sunday morning in the pulmonary ward

i see the holes in him:
the spots where tubes dangle from skin
like leeches.
he smells like water that has nowhere
to go. the medicine doesn’t allow him
to smile, so when he flashes his teeth
i know it must be bad.
his chest begins to leak
the color of black cherries.

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