'they always make sure you get your bill'

........................................ sterile white bed drippy plaster ceiling all in frames, running together. they can't stop the frames, they can only slow them down, intravenously, ....for a little while. we come to.. . . and release our wrists stir a bit, roll over, sliding out of bed ..achy bones finding their places,  craccking  knees come center as we touch bare feet to cold flat floor eerie dim light floating through the window. ......many moon hath past us here. as we walk  roll call    to the plastic cup pills .......made in the medicine cabinet sweatshops. hair pinned back. noticeable shoe squeak.  ...regulation-chic. answers the phones,  just answers the phones. ....a ringing in empty room... if i am not there and with my functionary juices, ...does it make a sound? .riddles for a rainy day. ...the meals are less memorable// -just get in the way.. of the hunger pangs that push our thoughts into the dizzy memories... ...standing apathy in front of the holy white fridge ...... will you eat? --those are your fingers tapping, they ask you, "will you eat?" ...you respond ...........by opening the door ..._ and then collapsing in front of it.     ...-- + Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 02:47 PM PST   10 • 0