IN THE MENTAL WARD
The wet tree outside my window
says
spring is coming
I can smell the soggy bark
though the glass
the mold creeps through
where the draft comes through
my bed is made
I am waiting for breakfast
The boy across the hallway speaks
murmurs grunts
his fat sticky fingers come
under the doorway
into my vocal tubes
an ant on the floor
among the sterile, multi-colored
threads of the carpet
looks up at
my hair and clothes
says
spring is coming
I can smell the soggy bark
though the glass
the mold creeps through
where the draft comes through
my bed is made
I am waiting for breakfast
The boy across the hallway speaks
murmurs grunts
his fat sticky fingers come
under the doorway
into my vocal tubes
an ant on the floor
among the sterile, multi-colored
threads of the carpet
looks up at
my hair and clothes
Congradulations! That's a realy great poem! Oh, and also, congradulations on the embroidery project! It looks fantastic!
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