The Hospital Was Great, The Landscape Was Fake
Look at this place. The manicured lawn
reeks of overexposure and the trees
are only deposited pawns.
The land is flat like a piece of bread, not
even a crumb on the wayside; though
fresh lively birds still fill the screen. Only heard once
or twice, then gone.
A wimpy serpentine path spindles
among the grass, fake tranquility
rings the alarm: we’re all loopy!
Yes, I know where I’m going.
You don’t have to tell me so.
Yes, it’s been a long time coming.
You don’t have to remind me so.
I’ve had enough of your sass. I know
where we are. The old gothic mansions,
bricked and lingering, are covered
with walking Positive Affirmations. Primary colored
construction paper –specifically,
cardinal red, calming blue, and canary yellow —
worksheets and puzzles galore, gray and dark gray
striped rugs lay beneath our feet, emphasizing
the solidarity and fidgets in our wake. Sleep
deprived patients slumped throughout the room;
talking is encouraged, but won’t appear til noon. The
activities are transparent composures of our time, reinforcing
old ideas already in my mind.
Time ticks slowly, each minute
a question: Who are you?
Are you eating enough? Sleeping enough?
Do you feel safe enough to go home?
How am I supposed to know if I’m still here, and
y’know, not home?
At least here I can go home,
Treated like an equal, not an adult
at daycare-prison. Though both hospitals
have puzzles, word searches, and boardgames; I
still have my journal, Puppy, and a set schedule.
I don’t have a schedule at home.
I’m glued to the ground, floating into the fog
overlapping in space.
To avoid it, I take a nap,
so I can be glued to the fog and float into the ground,
separated from space;
wake up.
The car ride to and from home is just as
key, slowing down at speed bumps and pausing
at crossroads, reading the signs to accept
the upcoming. Chit chatting in the car
is revealing all by its own:
God said, “This isn’t worth it.”
Thank god, I’m agnostic.
But the landscape, the fucking landscape,
is a sedative
ready to explode.