Hospital time is real time doubled,
then divided by the waistline of the nurse with whom you have the best shot.
The man sitting across from me had been tying his shoe for twenty minutes
and I can see the dying wife all over his face.
Behind me, a woman with a voice like forest fire.
tells an insensitve joke about the afterlife
A man buying lumber across the street
tells the exact same joke, at the exact same time.
When the nurse calls your name the sound of it skids across the waxed floor tiles
and thuds against the long set of windows overlooking a night-quiet parking lot.