Mimi's husband died,
heartache
at a red
light and she couldn't rouse
him
from his sudden death,
hunched
over the wheel
as the horn
blared.
she shook her head
and said.
why now?
what a mess.
you couldn't wait ten more
minutes
until we were in
the driveway.
could you?
i'm catching a cab,
let
911 do the rest.
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