FIRST PLACE
Co-Pay
by Devin Dierks, 2016 graduate of College of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
We go to the physician since you shake just like the stroll to the principal’s workplace
They are saying your liver is okay
No cirrhosis, no failure
The one factor I counted on to kill you is preserving you alive
Possibly that’s as a result of I’ve taken each influence, softened each blow
Drowned my very own cells in your cups, taken years off my very own life in secret
My pores and skin already withered by the reflection in your mirror, your strains in my face
In your final day they are going to give me mouth to mouth
To resuscitate my youth
Chest compressions to sing me again to sleep
After ten thousand nights with a ball of ice in my intestine
Youngsters pay for the sins of their fathers, I mutter as I cowl your co-pay and carry the burden of precisely two handles on my again
Yours is half full, with simply sufficient pictures to get by
And an empty one for the me I’ll by no means know
