inspired by Samuel Beckett
white walls, white floor white sheets. cold hands, cold steel, cold light. his body sewn together like yarn, like quilt, like sewn. his hand in hers like a pen, like a clump of hair, like hands.
separation he thought (she feared).
separation they insisted (he needed).
too far gone, they told her (she knew).
tap tap tap on the cold white floor. A nurse’s clogs and she’s coming in with the wire and he’s screaming about the wire because no it’s not just wire and that wasn’t just duct tape and honey, nothing is okay. you’ve been thinking too much and he was too far gone he is too far gone. she was upset about the plates, mostly, even though they were porcelain and he was skin and bone. she was upset about the goldfish, mostly, even though she hated that fish and she loved him. she was upset about the couch, mostly, even though the couch was cheap and their insurance did not cover xanax.
