A Little Beyond the Eleven Thousandth, Two Hundred and Twenty Eighth Charred Bridge...

she said,
I can't believe
you didn't come
to see me
in the hospital!
'Did so.
You were unconscious.'
You did NOT!
Where was my room?
'Right down the hall
from the nurse's station.
There was a bed
& a t.v. mounted on the wall.
See? I visited.'
You are a sack
of lying pigshit!
That's any fucking
hospital room
on earth!
I was dying,

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poem by W.B. Keckler
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