Paper thin

Send me up and give me
magazine copies of open spaces,
and open ends distant, diverted from the medicine,
and our own ends that we're seeing.
White white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial
and relative, tentative and waiting
for our own
white white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial
and paper thin, tentative and waiting.
For just another day of no answers,
and no promises in the nighttime,
but in the meantime fuc*** hospitals and medicine
stand towering and cold and pallid.
White white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial
and relative, tentative and waiting
for our own
white white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial
and paper thin, tentative and waiting.
and paper thin, tentative and waiting.
Send me up into the towering hospitals and their medicine.