50 times a day

i’m dying, mom

you should know that
you were dying two years ago
still are, only slowlier now

i’m dying
i’ll be here for one split second
and then disolve into nothingness.

you gave me life
there’s not enough thankfulness in the world for that

you took great care of me
filled me with your best qualities
your generosity, your relentless habit
of making jokes you shouldn’t
your ability to make friends
with everyone
from the Pope
to the ants in the sidewalk
and every single person in between

but for the love of God Almighty please stop calling me 50 times a day
because i need to save the world
and i have this terminal disease of being alive.