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Patrick Culliton

from My Book Report on the Afterlife


We played shoot the sheep in the roses
while the doctors cut a railroad

in mom’s chest. My brother said
I had the best aim to keep me

from the waiting room spazzes.
Recovered, I got her plastic bedside cup.

You can fill it with coins.
I wasn’t that good of a son.

I mostly played oxygen
mask with it past bedtime.