nurse jenny

she was an unregistered
nurse who had lost her
way. at some point she
had given the wrong pills
to the wrong person or poked
a needle into the wrong
backside of an ailing
patient which sent them
off into an unreturnable
dreamland. but she was cute
and sexy in her white
uniform that she'd wear
out onto dates. the white
shoes, the white hat, white
nylons, florence nightingale
style, not the new style
of flowery jumpsuits that
look like pajamas. she was
old school with the nurse
get up. sometimes she'd
carry a purse that looked
like a medical satchel,
with the red cross
on the side. every now
and then she'd pull
out a tube of chapstick, or
lipstick or some perfume to
dab onto her wrists that were
strangely heavily taped.
she had some great crash
cart stories, tales from
the ER that would make your
hair stand on end if you
had any. occasionally
she put a stethscope around
her neck for the full
effect. it was all quite
fetching for awhile, until
they took her away in
a straightjacket, ending
our already tenuous and
fragile relationship.