I’m at the emergency room
Unable to sleep at night
There are three empty beds in front of me
It’s February 18, 2022
I’m at the emergency room
Unable to sleep at night
There are three empty beds in front of me
It’s February 18, 2022
Blue scrubs and face masks
Paperwork and monitors
And continual check ups
Waiting for the next emergency
The night shift is ready
I cared but you didn’t listen.
You wouldn’t respect what I had to say.
I made an effort, but it wasn’t enough.
You complained like there was nothing better to say.
I’m left frustrated,
Feeling graceless and inept.
You left condescension,
Token effort, rebukes unchecked.
I’m happiest doing this alone.
No meddling, no money.
You’re stupefied and bewildered,
Blinded to your own inconsistency
I throw away old roses,
My failure of dependency.
To pee is as natural as it is annoying
It’s a healthy inconvenience
Something primal and instinctual
Liquid in, liquid out
Woe to those in long car rides
Or those exploring in parts unknown
Your body is against you
Marking a trail away from home
It’s misfortune for it to be a struggle
It’s herculean to hold it in
This functioning bladder of mine
Is an opponent that always wins