Deathbed Conversation Leading to a Visit #NaPoWriMo

We talked on the phone,
Your hospital bed to my living room,
It was summer,
Your air smelled like overcooked meat and medicine,
Mine smelled like car exhaust and jasmine.
You had that infection that sends you running back for more,
More drugs, more rest, more worries,
Age softened you and made you forgetful,
Years trickling away, your heart full again,
You asked me for my drawings,
Told me you loved me,
How long had it been?
I was 14 years old the last time you loved me,
43 years lost.
At that moment that I booked a flight,
2446 miles, or six hours plus a layover,
Drawings in hand,
Too late.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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