The young man held his crosslegged crumpled wife,
The nurses downed their staple coffee, palmed their eyes,
“soiled utility” written on their next door. Six or seven winds
pass the frigid hour, caffeine churns my mind, wraps back to
only yesterday, when I took their insurance cards, smiling resigned,
when Obstetrics was still a happy floor.
Hospital's Night Shift
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Very sad.