the quiet mind of a third shift nurse

The clock in this sterile room reads Ten o three.

But I know that it is four something in the morning.

I hear the ghosts shifting outside in the hall,

and I can hear their bones
breaking against themselves,

that structure of an invisible vision beating itself apart by Change,

cowering in shadows

that  become only the past.

 

J. Ann.

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