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