88 92 – 6/20/11


88 92

go see my mother on the seventh floor
another night in psychiatric ward
visiting hours from six to eight
never thought it’d turn into a date

i saw a girl with her back in a chair
didn’t see me stare
her wristband read that she was age twenty-three
with no apparent drug allergies

they took her back to a room with no view
left with no one; now i visit two
the floors password eighty-eight ninety-two