white of course,
and smelling
pristine,
for after all it is a hospital
and the idea
is to make
it appear
safe and clean, able
to resurrect
your soul or whatever
might be ailing
you,
and yet,
the constant buzz
of machines,
the beeps and buttons
down
shiny halls
and the stone
faced
nurses bringing you
a paper
cup of green Jello,
makes lies of it all.
how are you today, they
ask,
and you reply,
i wouldn't be if the answer
was i'm doing
well.
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