The skinnyness of a wrist on a bed led to the curtains closing and cuffs tightening.
Catheters in the lab were broken and he lifted his head to bleed.
Instead of parking they pulled into a circle and hitched the plastic glove wagons tight
against a failing parking meter. The cafeteria was empty with priests.
Until his left leg pricked and sped through the sheets and large piss containers,
there were books on tape displayed in glass boxes.
The goatee nurse had a shuffle in his step, like his hip split
at the hinges. The wire pulled coagulated
breakfast through the wound. He was bound,
but aching to take off his shirt and shovel.