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Originally Posted by daisygrrl
"The Last Time" by Marie Howe
(from What the Living Do, focusing on her brother's struggle with AIDS)
The last time we had dinner together in a restraurant
with white table clothes, he leaned forward
and took my two hands in his and said,
I'm going to die soon. I want you to know that.
And I said, I think I do know.
And he said, what surprises me is that you don't.
And I said, I do. And he said, What?
And I said, Know that you're going to die.
And he said, No, I mean know that you are.
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I just love this poem. It makes me think of my Rico, who did nearly the same thing with me, telling me over a quiet dinner together about his stage 4 Kidney cancer and the ensuing moments following his personal admission to me. Those moments we shared that summer evening over dinner are indelible in my heart of hearts.
Thanks for sharing Maria Howe's poem (The Last Time).
PS/ I like your signature line quote, too.
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You can’t change that system by just getting your own rights, tinkering with the engine and leaving.
You have to take on the whole machine. ~Riki Anne Wilchins
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