Book of Mary VII

Mary washed the blood

off both hands like it was hers.

While the doctor worked,

she sat in the waiting room

talking with Sage on the phone.

“I won't make my flight,”

Mary spoke through her trembling.

Sage replied to her,

“I’m just glad you’re okay.

Parsley and I will get you.

Drop your location,

our car can cruise over traffic.”

Mary said, “Thank you.”

Something like a century

passed—Mary remained patient.

The doctor returned,

but Mary could not read him.

He said, “Come with me.”

Her heartbeat picked up its pace

as she walked the cold hallway.

R.L.P. Auriga

Hempstead, New York