I Wore White

I wore white.
Impressive interview. 
As usual. 

I make them laugh and laugh. 

My patient told me, “you are great at what you do.”
A patient.
Drugs and rope, his ticket in. 
Two hundred and fifty pounds lost to a shower rod.

The nurses laugh.
Can’t cope.

Weak and stupid, 
Can’t kill himself right.

Not his first time
In hospital restraints.

I didn’t say,

I ate my pills for breakfast and
hid my demon today.

I didn’t say, 

I’m glad my dad failed,
in the garage.

I didn’t say, 

He’s too smart to 
Kill himself right.

Code blue came to us,
Exsanguinating
Most experienced, 
I led the team. 

I didn’t say,
I once had a ticket. 

I wore white. 

-LRose

SensesĀ 

That sound of the head hitting tiles, when you accidentally drop the corpse on the floor! 

Yes, I’ve heard it before. 

I’ve held a leg with no person, In a red bag. 

Yes, I’ve smelled the plague. 

The look of a body split in two, right down the center like a book open.

Yes, I’ve seen it happen. 

The coldness of a perfect infant body, alive no more. 

Yes, I’ve felt it before.

The irony flavor of blood
dripping down my arm. 

Yes, I’ve tasted self harm.

-LRose

American Denial

His blue eyes,
Fluid filled and
Sclera stained strikingly yellow.

Mechanical hum’s ambiance 
As machines consume him,
Refusing essential death.

Staff walk hurriedly by, attending
To mysterious tasks that lie beyond
The realm of his sickness.

Monitor pings send her running for a nurse,
Nothing of consequence, finger movement
Has set the oxygen probe askew.

She concedes once again to straightening his sheets.

He and I know death is near
But unable to speak he stares blankly –
Her fallacy is hope.

Eternal mechanical humming.
White sheets crisply folded over.
Denial has become her accidental prison.
 
 
 
-LRose