Rain Washes Away Nothing

sharp turns for the hospital’s worst
left left left.

sometimes the beeping
(turn my bed)
or the yellow window birds.

looking for cardinals
through interstate belt loops
or rings of cigarette smoke.

some days are asthmatic
others are just right.

the warmth of a blanket
this hole no one will lift you out of.

 

(originally published in Gyroscope Review, Spring 2018)

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