white coats

poem by: Ila Gray
Written on Jan 17, 2015 

in a dirty bathrobe I entered
the air hit me cold and sweet
me
poisoned state
pretending maybe I was marilyn monroe
in a public emergency room
upstairs
full of warm water and a new sheet
i writhed
looking at and sensing dewberries
outside a window
no family
echoed
life scratches surfaces leaving us with our
selves

 

Tags: faith, imagery,

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Daniel Moskowitz commented on Dec 07, 2018 at 8:28pm
I like the realness of this poem.

 

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