Unlocking the secret level of a nursing home

[Todd]

Love the title of this one, Keith.

They are silver plated brushes,
dragged through knots and impolite.--These first two lines do a lot to establish age and the care being given.
Dipped clean in each cold morning, --you could cut "in"
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.--What works for me is how you set the image and talk around it. The distance you maintain works for me.

Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.--love thumb crushed. Not a fan of paper thin--possibly cliche definitely obvious. What if you change it with that old paper my grandfather used to use in his typewriter to make duplicates (thumb crushed and onionskin) just a thought
Open wide for liquid meals--This sounds cheerful but isn't. It's sort of a big brother nursing home or dystopian brave new world.
and all the white God brings.

Gaming from their comfy chairs,--Now a nod back to the title
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
quiet rooms, toss empty beds.

A lot to like.

Best,

Todd