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waking up with you next to me,
recognizable even under the labyrinth of tubes which surround you;
you’re merely in need of a surge protector,
not a surgery.
i find myself back in the waiting room
where sticky fists take custody of stubby crayons.
in your room, i could at least try
to make a song out of the dissonance of beeps
emanating from each closed curtain.
i have watched your body crack along its fault lines,
watched the squiggles of your successes
play tug-of-war
across the computer screen.
but the intricacies of infections seem so tangible
when i compare them to the transience of the
fleeting memories i have of you
asking if watermelon trees would grow someday
as you spat their seeds into the grass.
i look up at the fluid above your head,
forming endless droplets just before
they chase each other
into the coffee straws
which i am dismayed to find
are your veins.
- by lee and sweden |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/31/2009 |
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- Title: the hospital never sleeps
- Artist: lee and sweden
- Description: I wrote this in my Intro to Creative Writing class in college. It was my workshop poem.
- Date: 01/31/2009
- Tags: hospital never sleeps
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- RoronoaDamian - 02/13/2009
- smile
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- enmortem - 02/07/2009
- whoa i love this
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- alibu29 - 02/06/2009
- I like it, but ummm...Isn't this poetry?
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