Cardboard sign allies

plead to take my MRI for me
on the streets walking back to pose for family photos
where my consciousness was never thought of
or attempted to be considered, understood, empathized
as though I am out of reach, but you, you are an ally
you have your cardboard sign, walking the streets
that you call your own, not our own

thank you for your sacrifice, I know you lost an afternoon
of golf and drinks all for my benefit, for today
when I am disappeared, into who knows what kind of cell
I know you will remember me until the next tiktok dance craze
and that comforts my mind, my body will forgive you
of all that will follow while I am gone
while I am gone, please do try to look into my mother
she will miss me terribly, she will be worried sick
I am certain if you show pictures of your cardboard signs
she will survive another year