[discharge day #1]

i imagine myself

in a room of chairs

i walk myself to the desk

tell them there is nothing to be wrong

tell them

i am a chair

in a room full of chairs

there is

a pit of children’s toys

a man coughing florets

in group we make hats out of tinfoil for our families

glue eyes to dinner plates

a new patient arrives

asks what town we’re in

what state we’re in

he has dinner plate eyes

he puts his cupped hand to his ear

whispers

in every instance

hope for rain