hospital vigil
it’s the little things
where you place it
your longing
your ambivalence
about going or staying
and the thin gruel of time
dripping away in a rush
what the bloody hell
stuck in the drain like
like a shedding
the mixer
with one tap running
how can it possibly work
hot turned to a cold why
why do i scream why
so silently
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