Spoon and Stitch

Spoon and Stitch

 

She sits sedated,

tapping her toes

and pulling on her fingers,

the smell of antiseptic

tingles every bone

in the circumstance of her life.

 

Impatient;

“I just want to go home.”

 

Implying;

she has a home

too go to.

 

They removed her shoes

hours ago,

not so she wont run,

so that some day

she will.

 

And the stitches still burn.

 

Something she was trying to avoid

altogether.

 

“why is everyone smiling?”

 

Lunch arrives

with a plastic spoon,

and a cold cup of

decaffeinated coffee.