Friday, January 27, 2012
I Didn't Even Applaud
Coffined, I'm crammed in a seat
on the late bus, escaping the city, escaping
the jaunty liveliness hemming me in.
I have to hold far sight, doing
that trick with the eyes where they soften:
see, but look within. I'm tired, not right; can't see
how it's slipped again. Two psychiatrists, agreeing,
can authorise ECT on a sectioned patient.
I recite the litany of admissions.
The driver swerves too fast on the corners
and I watch a man with broken shoes standing
by the doors. I forget to ring the bell for my stop.
21 January 2012