Icu

Fluorescence. Light steals heat, criminally. Beep beep beep of a heart lulls through my sleep. Morpheus....morpheus.....morpheus.... .....i pray to you. I look forward to quiet. Life flight from Walla Walla, here, to Harborview. Maybe my judge, or his wife. Today tonight tomorrow. I look forward to quiet. I feel him, back to me, curtain a wall He's accounting. She fell....a domestic slip, a coffee table violence, A felony hidden by vinyl siding. My handcuffs and guards rotate out. I look forward to quiet. "What's wrong?" he asks. Her monitor protests a beat out of time, over and over out of time. Her monitor screams. I look forward to quiet. "What's wrong?" he asks like a badgeless officer. His wife forgot the lub dub lub dub lub dub cadence everyone forgets until that forgotten cadence forgets the next, - lub, or, dub. I look forward to quiet. "What's wrong!" Flower flocked nurses work within their own clacking rhythm. I feel his calluses rip. I feel his craggy mouth drop, I feel the straight line whine from her monitor. I look forward to quiet.