Hating Saturday
Christine hated Saturdays
on the locked ward
the day her fiancé
jilted her at the altar
the organ music playing
in the background
the flowers
the aisle carpeted
with that pattern
she will always remember
and as you saw her
across the way
looking out the window
you saw Eric the day kid
who was brought in
while his mother worked
was aggravating her
was poking her
in the back
and you saw red
and went and pushed him away
and that brought the male nurses over
and they stood between you both
and Eric glared at you
and the big nurse said
what's going on here?
and Eric said
it's him he pushed me
and Christine said
Eric was poking me
and Benedict was just
keeping him away
well calm down now
the fat nurse said
keep it cool
and so you and Christine
walked to another window
and peered out
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poem by Terry Collett
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