As I wait for them to call my number
strangely enough, enough men with walkers
I imagine they arrived years ago
weather outside is beautiful, like you
ask not whether I will sit for decades
in this room, on this chair, until I need
the same care and attention as others
for a blood test, I forget my hunger
or the cool breeze and warmth from the sunshine
reality can wait for my number
taken from a pull tab in a deli
however, in a hospital, no meat
everywhere clean and tidy, except time
makes impressions, water stains, hidden dust
tooth and nail, I wait for thirty-seven
only, I need an espresso coffee
catch me while you can, am I stuck, not quite
as I have freedom to leave this behind
lessons to learn about consequences
leave behind my responsibility
maybe I did this when I called in sick
yet, that was to protect others from flu
not COVID-19 but some strange virus
until they bring my walker, trim my beard
murder the opportunity to walk
beneath the cherry trees in Evanston
each day possibility slips away
respiratory infection, I am not well
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