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
11/29/11
