As A Mother Always Does There are too many beeps here, too many voices layering over each other into one alien yodel. Nurses slide in and out of the room, all of them speaking to me intimately as if we’ve been friends all my life. What has she told them? How can she stand to be here in this place that never stops moving? I sit in the corner staring at medical equipment, nervous and afraid with her boyfriend in the bed. She keeps asking if I’m hungry, keeps giving me snacks and pacing around the room. She is trying to be calm and pretend, as she always does, that she’s not afraid his heart might be broken. Aleathia Drehmer 2013 November 6
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 13:43:43 +0000