hospital bar

i'm pouring thick
from a wineglass maroon bruised
fingertip serenade across this
hospital white corridor
floor a splash watery dense
like hard hat hands shatter
break crack eyelids open like
crusty aged underwater sea
urchins in the shell of something
so forgotten even forget-me-nots
can't remember what it felt like to
be flowers so green was the ocean
floor like the hospital scrubs
on tenured physicians or the crinkling
vines of a grape arbor trilling
into a cloudless sky what sky what
sky what sky the sky is
dead like the staining drink escaping
this broken flute that plays only flat
melodies of what it meant to be a
woman in a twenty first
century age of the innocent i think
not i think not only of emergency
room tabloids of slicing hearts on grey's
anatomy but of the feet it takes
to create a burgundy glass of bitter
wine that's pouring
thick i am