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Robin


07.06.13 Posted in today's words by

Kate Hammerich’s most recent poem to appear here was when she cut out her voice appeared here in February 2013.
Robin
By Kate Hammerich
November 10, 2012After the same nurses keep coming
with full syringes, night after night,

they ask their questions: Who
is on the phone? Why am I alone?

Some days are a compromise, some
teach you how to give up

gracefully,

in sickening pain, unrelieved,
and they call Robin even though

it’s the night shift, to tell me I cannot eat yet,
nor die, nor sleep,

just a sleepy scientist rubbing his thumb
against the back of my hand,

murmuring, you must stand up,
against the sideways world,

then, shhh, as he lifts me,
fragile and burning,

surprising a giggle
musically alive,

as he carries me
into the dark

where the machines hum
and rock me like waves

against the restless
shore.



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