over the other side of 

              She    the line 

laughs with me             A nurse bursts the corner     

            

 

                    They say I can have this 

 

They read for me on the farthest room

 

we were all here together

 

 

their database     the joke about how my name has been in their system long before I was born

 

I watch a shadow stop in front of my room  

 

 asked for my grandmother

 

                                                                  

the psychiatrist smiles and my arm falls asleep  

              I think its outline resembles me 

 

 

          did we both spit ourselves

    I SMELL MY GRANDMOTHER on 

the sheets of my inpatient bed       my mother who came to see hers here

 

                They say   the door stays open 

I try to remember the Fruit left on my night      

 

                         25 years later mom reaches for  the shrunken ego over semi-table      

me across the same way