I IMAGINE SHE SAID CAREFULLY
It is 2:00 a.m. Yes, we are in Boston
Just one year past a new century-
1901.
Nurse Toppan prepares a dose
For Mr. Davis
Who waits restlessly under blankets
And fear.
She walks through Davis’ darken rooms
Blowing out each candle of every one before
She goes
Then in the last room where Davis lays
quiet and alone
“are we ready for a nightly sip?” (I imagine she said
carefully) not thinking about his heart
And gathers a syringe from the medical bag given to
Her at Cambridge and
Fills the needle full. Morphine, perhaps a touch of
Strychnine
Davis’ teeth clinch when the poison plunges
his veins and his breathing accelerates
and his mouth dries and his eyes close.
and Nurse Toppan softly unzips her white coat
with stains and removes her black shoes with dirt.
She stands over Davis only for a moment
then pulls the sheets back from Davis’ back
(He might have known and not cared, he might have
Read the newspapers and not recognized Nurse Toppan)
he knows her in his last moments with poisonous pleasure
in his tired veins; she slips innocently next to him, presses
against his body with her arms around his chest. she holds
him tightly and whispers “now, stop breathing”
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