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Dorie LaRue, PhD
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Chest. 2014;145(3):659. doi:10.1378/chest.13-1275
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My mother always took for gospel
whatever it was I said:
All 3rd graders had to have real lunch boxes–
I’d toured Europe with an elderly nun—
and the virgin birth was right as rain.
At the end, when her blood began to boil
with those incorrigible white cells,
and the hospital room was lit with sorrow,
she’d come in and out of the mist
like a drunken angel, and I’d tell her how,
even as we spoke, the nurse
was prying more Demerol from
the drug lord,
that my brother called to say,
Ma, I love you,
how heaven was a place dense
with light and flowers,
and how God sat by the still waters
all an eternal day,
purring like a gorgeous cat.




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