Driving down a highway at 3 am

Mist seeping into my skin

I stared out of the oily harbor water

The desperation’s gone

Replaced by boredom.

That of a familiar kind,

Keys jingle in the ignition

Manual transmission

Driving to the hospital

Because I see you

Problems neurological

Fourth floor with a view

Sitting for six hours

As you sleep, west towers

Nurse shares the list of cares

And I’ve no tears

To express my fears.

Eating for once today

They didn’t call to say hey.

Problems?

Addiction.

How long?

Eviction.

For you or me?

I file down the thin line

I walk on, my spine

Taut muscles strains

I follow the course of veins.

The line of the mistaken.