
The split of an envelope,
The split of my heart,
Moving, barely conscious,
Through the tasks.
.
“She’s had a heart attack.”
“She’s incoherent.”
.
My mind loops,
My body moves on autopilot.
.
The paper in my hand—
How can this still arrive while I am
Drowning?
While she is dying?
.
I read without seeing.
.
$103 electric bill
Due to Eversource 4/29/24
Pay online for $3 off
.
I scan to pay,
Load the dishes into the dishwasher,
Climb into bed,
Cry.
.
The split of an envelope,
The split of my head,
throbbing.
I’ve been at the nursing home
every day.
.
She had a nightmare again,
Just hours after I left.
I had just fallen asleep.
.
I drove the dark streets back
To hold her hand and settle her,
Whisper that she was safe.
.
I left as the sun rose,
Cicadas shrieking as I drove home,
To pack my lunch and drink my coffee,
Then return to feed her breakfast,
To boot my laptop from her bedside.
.
My eyes are heavy,
but I can’t stop moving.
The world doesn’t.
.
My eyes scan the page,
Resigned
.
$103 electric bill
Due to Eversource 8/29/24
Pay online for $3 off
.
I scan to pay.
.
I don’t bother to shower
Or change my clothes.
It doesn’t matter in the face
Of Death.
.
The split of an envelope,
The split of my soul.
The doctor said
we needed to make a decision.
.
I cry at my counter,
Busy hands so I can’t think,
Can’t feel the weight of the question.
.
My eyes are so filled with tears
I cannot read,
But I know what it says.
.
$103 electric bill
Due to Eversource 12/29/24
Pay online for $3 off
.
I scan to pay.
.
I’ve failed to set up the Christmas tree.
Time is slipping by,
Faster than I can reach out to
Grasp it.
.
The split of an envelope,
The split of the earth.
I wait for the car to pull around,
Tear the page into tiny shreds.
I cannot bear to see its consistency.
.
$103 electric bill
Due to Eversource 5/29/25
Pay online for $3 off
.
I follow the hearse,
Hands gripped white on the wheel.
.
In the morning, I will wake
To the text,
now urgent:
$103 electric bill
Due to Eversource 5/29/25
Tap to pay online ($3 off!)
.
I will tap to pay.
About the Creator
Aubrey Rebecca
My writing lives in the liminal spaces where memoir meets myth, where contradictions—grief/joy, addiction/love, beauty/ruin—tangle together. A Sagittarius, I am always exploring, searching for the story beneath the story. IG: @tapestryofink


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