| Blue On Blue |
PrettyBitch
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3:16 AM, emergency entrance, county general- | 1 |
I was propped against the rear doors of a rig | 2 |
parked in Bay 5, close to where the docs smoke | 3 |
with cigarettes tucked behind their palms, | 4 |
furtive anarchists flicking ash at the don't-do-that sign | 5 |
while people shift back and forth around them | 6 |
and I was thinking about this tweaker kid | 7 |
we brought in on a dead run; skull a cracked vault, | 8 |
his secrets betrayed on the floor beneath my boots | 9 |
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I was thinking about how he wouldn't | 10 |
stop breathing; how the noise of anatomy | 11 |
dogged collapsed lines in fibrillating waves | 12 |
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I was thinking about a girl in a dirty blue skirt | 13 |
sitting on a curb with his blood on her knees, | 14 |
how her face pulled away in the rear-view like a scream | 15 |
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I was thinking about how an intern | 16 |
with two silver loops in his ear hummed 'Blue on Blue' | 17 |
under his breath as we gave our report to a nurse | 18 |
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I thought about these things | 19 |
I watched the guards watch me | 20 |
I didn't clean any secrets from the rig | 21 |
I did sit down on the step plate | 22 |
I picked at the wick of my zippo | 23 |
I whistled the intern's song | 24 |
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somewhere behind me | 25 |
a girl with bloody knees sat on a curb | 26 |
pulling threads from the hem of a cheap skirt. | 27 |
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