a eulogy for my mother and grandmother, who haven't died yet

this poem deals with potentially upsetting topics; read with care.

inspired by a line from a tara hardy poem (being a femme means finding the map that your grandmothers left you for how to survive and then wearing it) and the ensuing revelation that one cannot have a map when the past terrain has been disavowed.

Mad Doctors

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On how hard it is to remind Doctors that they are supposed to give advice, NOT orders.
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