.
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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