green jello with fruit in it

i go to visit

her.

she's on the fifth floor

of Belleview.

she has a nice

tidy room.

padded walls,

rubber sheets, but

she's bathed

and well groomed.

she's wearing

a set of pale green

pajamas,

no shoes.

i peek into the caged

window

and say hello,

how are you?

she whispers,

through the grate,

and says,

get me out of here,

please.

i'm okay now.

i'm healed, i'm all better.

from now on

it will be just me and you.

i promise.

cross my heart.

please, see what you

can do.

yesterday they made me

eat jello.

it was green and had

fruit in it.

i nod, sure i tell her.

sure thing

 sweetie pie,

see you next sunday,

between

one and two.