Holding On

 

“...passed away peacefully” the obituary reassures, though 
it never reports, “passed away terrified of what happens next.”
The night before he died, Jim told me his spirit was an airplane, 
that his crossing, like his life, would be turbulent but that he’d 

land just fine with battered wings. So far, my own demise 
has been only hypothetical: near-misses on country roads, 
the staph infection that almost got out of control. If I die 
like I’ve lived, it will be with a sense of disbelief. 

I’ll be so unsure of my own death, I might not even die. 
Maybe that’s the way to keep on kicking—to deny 
the undeniable, to stare at the flatline and refuse to acquiesce. 

Surely, to disbelieve one death can’t be too much an aberration 
for the cosmic scales, well within the universe’s margin of error 
for me to hold on with a death grip to this one dear precious life.  

Donovan McAbee

Donovan McAbee is a poet and essayist whose work has appeared in The New York Times, The Hudson Review, JAMA: The Journal of the American Medical Association, The Sun, Harvard Divinity Bulletin, and a variety of other journals. His chapbook, Sightings, was released in the Floodgate Poetry Series, Volume 7. His academic monograph, Charles Simic and the Poetics of Uncertainty, was published in 2020. Donovan lives in Nashville, Tennessee with his spouse and their two children.

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