room 206 C

the hospital
is a low block
of bricks
set grey
and brown
next to a gas
station,
and a fried
chicken joint.
you enter
through the emergency
room door,
all doors
looking the same
with very little
signage to
tell you where
to enter.
a small crowded
room
of very sick
and injured
people look up
as the whoosh
of wind and the sliding
door opens.
there is nothing
you can do
to help them
despite the longing
in their eyes.
you push
forward to room
206 C. there
is grieving to
be done
in other places.