Like a monk waking
Intervals of dark
To pray on schedule
(Inventing shift work
And clocks for a world
Otherwise sleeping)
The hospital flesh
Stirs from dreams, requests
Another pain pill.
Push the call button.
Wait for the angel.
Know it’s miracle
To be well cared-for.
Tomorrow you could
Wake up in the road.
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