[discharge day #1]

i imagine myself
in a room of chairs

i walk myself to the desk
tell them there is nothing to be wrong
tell them

i am a chair
in a room full of chairs

there is

a pit of children’s toys
a man coughing florets




 

in group we make hats out of tinfoil for our families
glue eyes to dinner plates

a new patient arrives
asks what town we’re in
         what state we’re in

he has dinner plate eyes

he puts his cupped hand to his ear
whispers

in every instance
hope for rain