Tribute Someone out there crossmatched A, O, AB, or B, has gifted me the closest kind of intimacy, unpaid, not seeking recognition, just wishing well. I watch red drops my heart in flood for the unknown soldier in my blood. Nana Ollerenshaw     The Goodbye Woman A hand of green bananas would surely see her out. She’d soon not be about, her little life well rounded with a sleep. She thanked her doctors one by one, her specialists and pharmacists for all they’d said and done, threw away her x-rays, pills, her blood results, and files past testament to…