The Sick Room

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The Sick Room

The Sick Room

The cable line runs beneath
radiators – generating heat
you are in bed
one ear smothered
with a feather pillow
another ear listening to

“Good Morning America.”

your thumb pushes a button,
every station is talking about
a man who killed his family
in a fit of rage

Good Morning America repeats

“He was known as a man
who cared about his family.”

blinds cover cheap
windows – cool air
seeps between the window frames

your thumb pushes a button
change the channel –

now a room becomes blurry,
eyes foggy – half seeing
a mind wondering –

Discovery?

A man is talking about
dinosaurs, as legs stretch
and necks become longer. . .

Push. Push.

A man touched a rock,
played games with monkeys,
made friends with a bear  –

You swallow pills in the sick room. 

Discovery Channel…

Remains of a skeleton.
Water came first, before
the mountains.
The screen projects a
four-legged creature as
a monster creeps closer
toward the edge of the
screen –

Your head rests on a
stack of pillows –
a needle inserted into
a vein as clear liquid
drips drop by drop into
a clear tube from a plastic
bag –

Whose sweater is hanging
from my bedpost?

Your control floats –
you reach to catch it –
glancing toward your
nightstand as light becomes
brighter –
eyes from a picture sitting
on the stand – staring back
at you…

“Discovery,” is gone.

Who placed a quilt on the
bed?

Push.  Push. 

A man is on the news
praising a man who killed
his family.

2 Comments
  1. Avatar of Andrew J. Sacks
    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Nancy, fine work. Yes, we live with others–but we also live alone.

  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Andrew while I wrote this I pictured being in a room, where medication has taken over your thoughts, and your mind sees things, that are not there. Thanks so much for your comment. Nancy

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