Unknown

This room is mine

until I return home

A tall apparatus, a sentry

bearing liquid  drips 

into a tube and finds

it's way to my body

It stands on sturdy legs

to the right of the bed
bearing witness 

We are tethered

by plastic tubing

People with name tags

prod me, take my blood

for reference points

and tell me that I am

to eat a liquid diet

The surgeon visits 

and explains what's been done

The piece that's missing

will be examined, peered

at by people who know cells

People I don't know, people who

don't know anything about me

will determine what happens next

Written on March 10 th