Friday, August 10, 2007

"Matinee" from ALP 124

There are many ways to react to a bad diagnosis, or bad news. I like the one described in this poem by Patrick Phillips, which is featured in this week's American Life in Poetry.


Matinee

After the biopsy,
after the bone scan,
after the consult and the crying,

for a few hours no one could find them,
not even my sister,
because it turns out

they'd gone to the movies.
Something tragic was playing,
something epic,

and so they went to the comedy
with their popcorn
and their cokes,

the old wife whispering everything twice,
the old husband
cupping a palm to his ear,

as the late sun lit up an orchard
behind the strip mall,
and they sat in the dark holding hands.


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