I've just seen a film of me in intensive care...

I’ve just watched a film of me

in intensive care.

I look dead.

My skin is grey,

My hair is limp

My eyes stare at nothing.

Then a doctor comes to me

And asks me something.

I answer.

My eyes look frightened.



I have no memory of this conversation.

It’s gone.



The camera has kept it.



I look at me.

Such a dry face.

Hospital gown.

Tubes.

I can see my father’s last days there.