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No One Tells Me What I Have

they suit up in hazmat suits the door bursts open. They pop me into a bubble and whisk me to the sixteenth floor I did not know this hospital had a sixteenth floor, I say For three days people come to poke and prod me. They take blood and wake me up at midnight To say “I am your nurse”. The sign on my door says not to enter without full protection – a suit, goggles, footies, etcetera. No one tells me what I have. No one seems to know. Whatever it is, it has left in three days. They blindfold me and take me back to my car. I think it is weird I am released at midnight until I watch them load onto a spaceship and take off.

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