Hospital

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disinfectant smell --
how I've aged
these past years



one bell
answers another
footsteps quickening

waxed floors --
from under the curtain
a reflection so bright




specimen cup --
the sound of water




 one drop of blood spilt in the million dollar room








fragmentation --
numbered notes on white paper
all in a row




these long halls --
all of the the others
walking away

















3 a.m.
I am the ghost
in your hall









I assume the position
of a lizard --
biopsy




deconstruction
like breaking glass
and then -
a quiet knock on the door
i can't stand to hear my name










awakened
at shift change, two a.m.
so they might ask,
"what will you do
for the rest of your life?"









the sound of fluids,
cries and voices,
a bell rings and rings
two clocks on the wall
display a different time










Latin words and phrases
from behind a closed curtain
a face reflected
in shatterproof glass











behind the locked gate
too dark for it's plumage
a blackbird at rest
we make not a sound
watching each other
enjoy the cool breeze












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