nurses in the distance

nurses in the distance

flash! faces spilled

like photos & blips

over the screen, under the bed

on wheels rolling into murky margins

someone patrols parameters in soft shoes

of disbelief, of dying

the edges have never been properly shaped

into alphabet or spiderweb

you try describing purgatory

caught in the gray day

of late autumn between the white

heat of summer and the slow

shadowed shell of winter

i remember now, these days will grow

on me, we'll mark them

with calendars & with ink,

don't forget the moons

the computers & the pens with all their clicking

fingers & wrists, charts & palms

even-handed, we'll be able to draw

perspective, conclusions, self-portraits,

blood

that didn't hurt now,

did it?

11/29/11