You Woke Up in a Hospital Bed
I live someplace else now, I don’t know where that is.
Eve Ensler- The Vagina Monologues
You are propped against overstuffed pillows
chin up, knees up-
a needle invades the natural fold in your left elbow
and the nurse is at your side, scooping grey applesauce
into the corner of a partitioned plate.
The rotten peach walls whirl across your pinched vision
and what you wouldn’t give to have your mother
masking her whimper in the corner…
must have stocked up on self-pity.
The nurse insists “You’re lucky.”
“Lucky” you mutter
and the word smears itself across your lips
like the blackberries Sam would steal for you on Sunday mornings,
juice trickling down to a sun-baked porch.
Wipe it up with a rag— good as new.
He knows what his mother went through.
Your eyes scrape up sleep
and in the background
you detect the nurse’s amateur tune
barely audible above the ventilation system…
“Someday, my prince will come.”