Imagine Andrew: 856 words, with the help of John Lennon
Imagine All the undone things The yearning Ambivalence The bluntness that now cannot be prevented It roars Andrew. In that mysterious limbo of intensive care, the blood sepsis, the pneumonia. The losses. Of ability to move, to stand, to raise an arm, to flick a mosquito off a leg, to turn down the television, to control the inevitable drooling. To manage his own bowels. Intubated. Breathing with ‘assistance’. Unable to speak. With eyes that see