Visiting hour

• "the hospital smell"
• "combs my nostrils as they bobbling along"
• "what seemed a corpse is trundled into a lift and vanishes heavenward"
• "i will not feel, i will not feel, until i have too"
• "dizzily goes off, growing fainter"
• "a withered hand trembles on its stalk"
• "carrying their burden of so many deaths, their eyes still clear after so many farewells"
• "and between her and me distance shrinks till there is none left but the distance of pain that she nor i can cross"
• "leaving behind only books that will not be read and fruitless fruits"