hospital food, so i do
my best
to not visit
them.
the stay
is hard.
the confusion
of illness
and death.
everyone
as busy
as bees
in spring.
the tapioca in small
cups,
the Jello,
the Salisbury steak,
the button
to push,
the ominous ding.
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