Random Poem
For My Best Friend
Tongo Eisen-Martin
We are losing the intensive care unit waiting room war
We were doing so well
So well we got sleepy
So sleepy the institution returned
In the 8th adjoined room sleeping on the 8th adjoined chair
The last five minutes just like the first
Hands behind teeth / teeth behind us
Wall plans decorated with her favorite mannerisms
Flight / within a subtle sweep
Or institution light leaps off of a dreamt thought
... in time
She saved my life before,
you know,
all of them ... those lives
mine
One way or the other, every story is told backwards or twice
And waking up rough is the same as going roughly into a dream
— is also something her eyes would say
Your sister is not going home