emergency contact

A sterile clipboard demands lineage.

Why is my blood owned by anyone but me?

"Patient's husband" - blank space where your name once breathed.

I scrawl "n/a" in stark, black ink.

Two letters swallowing nineteen years.

How did you become a void,

Silent as a flatline?

Now a redaction in my story.

Today those two letters bled more

Than in seasons past.

It’s all filed away under "n/a"