« Gina Keicher | Contents | Gale Marie Thompson »

PJ Horoszko

Hospital

 

The summer I broke
my arm
I saw you ripening in the hospital,
driving the fever out into
eternal blue, it’s bright alone.

You said you saw some
nurses replacing your blood
with pulp from blood oranges—

the reddening sun exposed your bruises, so
black I started turning blue.
I backed into an empty gurney
driving it back…

I rode it into the nurses’ station.

The summer I broke my arm, you
were already in the hospital—
I walked right by your room.

the muddy savage
the feigning saint

I saw a grinning nurse replace your blood
with dirt from a hanging plant.
When you woke up you noticed the sun
was gleaming relentlessly.

 

« Gina Keicher | Contents | Gale Marie Thompson »