in the ITU
drug room
the dead eyed
nepotism porter
regurgitated
advertising copy
thinking
i survived
at
me
thinking
it
was
conversation
~
conversation
~
i survived
by wearing
my anthropology hat
winter dawn
a joyless
arthritic
dimmer switch twist
smudging up the privacy glass
would that i had the
energy & compassion
to point out the
daytime moon to him
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