She waved the red flag. Someone shot [???] head down. They had to cut
Me from the [???], red rosettes. She stood there laughing as they tied
Me to the bed and sped me off to calculating ward 33. No coffee, no
Cigarettes, no cozy chats with white coat zombies mumbling through the
Masks of poking plastic shoes. They sewed my mouth together, I couldn’t
Move, but I still whistle in the dark, and you come running, laughing,
Armed with red carnations, clutching grapes that you have waved before my
Face and eat so slowly. Oh, you always had good taste, and now you’re
Wearing yellow. That’s my favorite. Touch my hair, and listen hard
Because I croak. That’s how I show affection now, you know. Love hurts,
But I’d do anything for you. Anything for you. Anything. And Everything.
