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By
C. E. Laine
For Carol Elaine
why I wrote my first living
will
it was not the way a tube
was jammed
into her throat like a drinking
straw
shoved through the plastic
lid of a frozen malt
it was not the last remark
she scribbled onto the message
board
because words were unavailable
it was how her hands were
tied
to the stainless-steel bed
rails
after they took away her
black marker
Originally
appeared in Stirring v3e10,
written under the name Kit
Sullivan.
C.
E. Laine's work has appeared
in many publications, including
Poems Niederngasse, New
World Poetry, Free Zone
Quarterly, Poetry Super
Highway, Countless Horizons,
The White Shoe Irregular,
Bay Review Liberal Arts
Journal, Friction Magazine,
2River View, Kota Press,
Absinthe, Stirring (writing
as Kit Sullivan), The White
Shoe Irregular, Clean Sheets,
Erosha, Beauty for Ashes,
Ludlow Press, Melic Review,
The Adirondack Review and
Pierian Springs. She has
written two books of poetry:
"allegory" (ISBN:
0-595-22462-8) and "The
Weight of Dust" (ISBN:
0-595-26943-5). They are
available at celaine.com
. She is a writer and a
student pilot. She divides
her time between writing
and flying old airplanes.
She avoids the mundane whenever
possible, with the exception
of making lists. She is
a student pilot, a realtor,
and a web designer when
she isn't writing. In the
past, she's been magician's
assistant, a baker, an extra
in a few movies, a licensed
artist in New Orleans' French
Quarter, and a soldier in
this girl's U. S. Army.
She lives in a creaking
old Virginia home, conveniently
ruled by seven cats. She
enjoys making lists on sticky
notes when she isn't writing
poems.
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