Friday, May 1, 2026

which is exactly what i would have done

if i were wearing your fuzzy hospital socks

and i would have seen God in the buzzy

fluorescents just as you did

the NICU grows legs and sprints right

off the edge of the known world as

something unbecomingly upbeat plays

in the waiting room where i’m dreaming

about having lost the whole country’s mail

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