Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Last Call

I am a fool.
An idiot.
A sucker for the ring,
the light of the dial.
My mother calls and tells me
she’s dying.
And I,
the fool that I am,
run from room to room
like some cockroach trying to escape
the shoe.
Each time she calls,
I am her puppet
dancing to her tears.
Each time she calls,
I am scared
it could be
her last.