For a 28-year-old man lucky to be alive.
The room parted
all Red Sea-like.
Today’s departee’s
done four weeks,
cleaned up nice
with his foot soles
slapped fresh as
a newborn baby
and we’d just done clapping
bags just done packing
when he stiffened
and he shook
and the world
took his body
for a ride
and the chair beneath
him disappeared
and ten odd hands
of us held him
stuck to the floorboards
Stockholm Syndrome
homeward bound,
then when the seizure
settled the nurses
shimmied Jimmy
from the floor
like stuck egg from a pan.
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