They kept feeding the fluids into her
And they kept not coming out
As her weight rose
From 180 until it topped out
At around 270
Every wrinkle disappeared from her face
And her eyes were so swollen
That the doctors couldn’t open then
To check her pupils
Every inch of her was stretched
To the point of breaking
And her breath
Laboring through all that water
Grew more and more shallow
Even with the trachea
And the machine
To keep it going

We watched the weak drops of urine
Drip their way through the foley
Rooting for every new drop to follow