Real Hospital

you do not have the right to be angry no not at all thats not ok just not ok with me dog love! I shout with a bittenhand what train departs that time again!? I love you is not a station in the past where I return you easily to the biting dog that is waiting for me or the leftover veggies from that staple sandwhich The kind nurses say each color on the wire go to the same color in the little box this box is attached to my heart it ties me to bed each wire has a square and a not so square "easy to pull out" I cry now I can escape to potty the machine makes noises and other brighter colors yes and your finger makes 9 more beeps I am free, almost and feel as smart as a doctor or a nurse putting them back together by myself again it squeezes my arm tight with pride Drawing a trusty drill into What is my hand doing? as I pound into the mene holding the ingredients to the staple sandwhich I cannot have