Monday, January 17, 2011

338

In the waiting room, no one would tell you
what room your mother's in.
Everyone is lost but no one quite as lost as you
so stay until she's long dead anyway-
until they give you a room of your own
and can't remember why you even came in the first place.
They'll hand you a fresh blanket and you won't have a word

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