No, no.
This is my best friend.
He was studying for exams at my apartment this morning.
We had plans tonight.
This is my best friend.
Take me to him.
“You don’t want to see him like this.”
Yes I fucking do
Now I’m at a desk and there is a woman behind it and I am screaming at her.
The picture is earthquake my head the hospital is spinning counterclockwise I am No
I am in the hall outside one of the doors that holds the room that holds
My Dead Brother.
I am screaming.
More strangers’ faces populate the whirl
No. No.
“You are frightening our other patients”
I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. About
Imaginary people
“We need you to go back into this room with your mom now.”
No.
No.
Then I’m in there?
Then they give me the pill
Then the remaining three members of the family that is no more
Walk out to the Lincoln and pass around a Bud Light
In silence
Somebody says something
Then we are back inside the sliding doors
Sliding doors
I am not screaming now. I am sobbing but I am only 90% blind
So I announce that yes, I am feeling better, thank you.
I’d like to see my brother now.
But it was a trick.
That should be illegal
They say,
“Oh, I’m sorry, but now that you are medicated, we can’t let you in anymore.”
“Think about the happy memories.”
Pardon me, ma’am, for wanting to punish you.
Tonight for the first time I understand violence
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