From dirty kitchens to hospital beds.

[Keith]

I actually thought about this one. Help a sista out.

Fifteen seconds ago I thought we were all hard, viscid,
red water spewing deteriorating sink membranes
through golden, amber, caramel, mahogany remains.

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Reacquainted with death, I am
seeing daylight in folded shades
plucking voices, eardrum to spades.

hi Newsclippings
I read this as the loss of an unborn child perhaps a second miscarrage and waking in a hospital bed listening to the muffled voices. the fist stanza is gritty and spits out the lines as though in pain, the last is quiet and soft as though in bed, very well crafted and a great ending. Hope I'm not too far off track.

or and accident at home realising your own mortality watching the blood mingle in the sink in the flow of the tap then waking in a hospital bed listening to the muffled voices. I prefer the first one so thats how I will read it. Thanks TOMH