I
Blood on the doorknob
Blood in the wastebasket
Piss on the floor
The smell of vomit
and vending machine coffee
and the cross everywhere
They pump me full of morphine
while a Chinese lady thanks Jesus
on the intercom
They ask me if I have a church preference
My heart hurts
No
I tell them
I piss in a jug
while Jesus watches
crucified
and an elderly lady babbles
behind the curtains across from me
I like the nurse tending to me
She is very pretty
she tells me I have nice veins
When she leaves
I smell lavender
I could stay there all day
full of morphine
smelling her
next to a jug of my own piss
with a crucified Jesus watching me
Six hours later
the doctor tells me
there's nothing wrong
it's probably just a muscle strain
He writes me a prescription for Ibuprofen
and I leave
the smell of lavender
with a hurting heart
II
I have a beer
while I wait for my prescription
The bartender walks over
she sees the patch on my arm
the strap to her tank top falls
she lifts it up
"Did you get your flu shot today?"
she asks
"No" I tell her
"I was in the ER"
"Oh my god!
What for?!"
"Nothing.
It was a false alarm."
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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3 comments:
Great poem, man. Really.
And if you ever want to feel like you're gonna die again, I'll be waiting in the fountain with a machete.
Your words move me, sir.
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