jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Hospital Diaries - Verse 3

Destruction in Myanmar, Attack in Plattsburgh, Mother's Day is Coming

And the world goes on around you. Your nurse has an earring in her nose. She is so nice. Good hair, too. You're still sharing space with the drug runner. Badges shining up and down the slick halls. We left the baby's milk in the refrigerator. You left your memories back in some other decade. Who are you signaling to? you ask your wife. I know, you answer your own question. Put that in the chart. You're signaling to the engineer. (Get us off this train). Who is that man that walks the tracks? Who is he? Who is he? God damn it, who is he? Nurse. My wife and I would like to know. Who is that man that walks the tracks? Picking up garbage. We look good together, you tell your wife. When my hair is combed. All the while the girl sat by your bed, she knew what you were thinking. It is no surpirse now. Walking. Standing. Eating. Getting out of here. No surprise. If it were only this easy to heal. She might have walked the tracks and picked up a stethoscope long ago. Get well soon. Walk out into the ether of the parking garage. Wonder, who is he?


Seriously. Can this ever be poetry?

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Blogger distracted by shiny objects said...

Are we talking ICU pychosis here?? Should get better with some REAL sleep--REM sleep. Getting him out to a floor bed will help if they won't give him a med in ICU to help him sleep at night. Drug runner probably would have some, but I reckon his "bidness" is shut down right now.

11:13 PM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

Love this trilogy (so far)--I think they are FINE poems! Will they go in a set with your Jesus poems?

Hope your dad is doing better. :)

1:31 PM  

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