10.6.2025
YOUR ANNUAL MEDICARE WELLNESS VISIT
Do you leak urine? List your medications. How many hours of sleep do you need most nights? Have you fallen lately? Can you dress yourself? Do you smoke cigarettes? weed? crushed Adderall? How would you describe your use of alcohol? For example, after a night out with friends do you drop to your knees, not in gratitude but in spasms of projectile vomiting from heedlessly mixing the grape with the grain? from the cold gray drip drip of remembering your unspeakably vulgar misbehavior and all those unkind things you said? Do you lie on bare tile floors because your legs can’t stand you up? Do you have an advance care directive? If your heart should stop, would you prefer to die or let your osteoporotic rib cage be pulverized in a code-blue clusterfuck nothing like resuscitations on TV? Do you have a will? No one is immortal, though some are rather more mortal than others. Do you wonder from time to time if the world would be a better place without you in it? You could spend a minute with that thought today.
NOTE: As the Medicare Annual Enrollment Period approaches, what better time to resuscitate this poem from almost two years ago? Here’s a fractured lune, short enough for a tattoo.
DNR
If my heart should stop—
that’s all, folks.
The end.
Finis.
’Bye.


Well I'm glad I read this before heading out to yoga. As ever, your work glows with layered intent, humor and craft. To be so good!!!
Not sure how I missed this 2 years ago but I'm loving it right now! Especially since I'm going for my annual Medicare Wellness visit next week. Can't wait to get bitched at for my bone density scores since I keep refusing to take the meds that make your jaw disintegrate.