they come
to get you.
they open the doors with
a key,
or break a window.
they find you in bed,
or in another
room, perhaps on the kitchen
floor,
a cold cup of coffee on
the counter.
you look like you're asleep.
they do the best they
can to contact
loved ones, they open your
cell phone, your books,
they sift through the papers
on your desk.
it takes time
to figure out who you are.
who you know.
what happened?
it amuses you, all this sudden
attention and concern.
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