things I think about while comatose

This 14 stanza poem, “things I think about while comatose”, is about things I think about while comatose.  Here are stanzas one, four, six, and thirteen:

a hospital is worse than a bad neighborhood

a hospital is a bad neighborhood

vampires aren’t always devastatingly good looking

I try to bruise my garlic clove heart to keep them away from my blue pipes

they hemorrhage like Susquehanna and Allegheny Rivers bleed into the Bay and Gulf

~~~

I don’t ask my 5th grade bus-stop friend why she shaves her eyebrows

my morning screams wake me

but nobody hears

I see smoke

flames

but nobody sees

the inside of a guitar case resembles a coffin

plush like this bed

I know that fire isn’t real

but it looks really

real

~~~

I sit on a swing

watch the sky electrify the woods

hear air growl

break boulders

when I die

I’ll return

to my baseball cards clothes-pinned to my bicycle spokes

~~~

I still don’t know how long I’ve been here

I should end this

I can’t move

can’t stay

can’t leave

I only breathe

© 2 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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