Posted Monday, June 5th, 2006
In the Hospital
Why do they wake you all night in the hospital,
Narrating as they check your vitals,
Unremarkable statistics for your chart—
As if you are less stable in the moonlight,
As if you’ve inconvenienced them with desperate sleep.
Then, in the day, they let you lay in silence,
Trusting the ticking monitors to see.
The TV watches as
You stumble to the bathroom,
Your gown open and floating like a ghost.
In the hospital
You are acquiescent as a child,
Eyes watery and half closed,
You take in half of what the shared room offers:
A narrow view,
A cup of ice melting
On a table out of reach.
You lose hours to morphine,
Urine siphoned through a catheter,
Then one-two-three- they pull it out like a bee sting.
A gaunt nurse passes,
Thick soles against linoleum,
Her swiftness makes the curtain billow.
Night comes again and
You dream of homecoming:
Flowers waiting in vases in your room.
Fat peony painted crimson,
Plump black ants lost in their stems,
And water-colored cards marked by family and friends.
4:00 a.m. in sneaks a pair of nurses,
Dizzy with exhaustion,
Eleven of a twelve hour shift on The Cancer Ward.
In the dark, they divine your translucent figure,
Turn you gently,
Which, silently, you accept,
Extending your arm for them to do what they will.
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Posted by Lela Schneidman on Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 at 1:01 AM
horray for you, momma! you won't be in the hospital again for a while. i'm so happy that you had Will and he is beautiful and so are you. congratulations and happy birthday!
Love you, Lela
Posted by Hillary Madel on Friday, June 16th, 2006 at 12:18 AM
You make me feel like the patient. Helpless and alone. Very descriptive.