This was the end,
I was certain of it,
my chest was collapsing very slowly,
kind of the way California is drifting from its counterpart,
my airway was closing in on itself,
just the way I imagined it would in this moment,
my esophagus had been scarred for quite some time,
the wrong things had been etching away at it for years,
and my left eyelid was closing faster than the right,
for no good reason,
it was stuck together,
I felt like Peggy Ann McKay,
there were things to say about my hyperboles,
about my inability to keep it together in times like this,
but there were also just the facts,
the broken pipe of mine,
and all the while,
my stomach was folding over,
like good batter,
my ailment was not for the faint of heart,
save for mine,
which had been irregular in its own right,
and when I got done filling out this form of yours,
you would ask me what brought me here,
but I would be fast,
fast asleep
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