I lay plank-like darting eyes,
you the unknown reminding me I’m
alive.
Between beeping light and white coat,
I see you cleaning floors
and opening doors.

I spy you in profile radiant,
ignored by passersby hidden and shy.
Between morphine and news at nine,
I see you cleaning floors
and opening doors.

I guess at your state of mind,
and what loves and shames you hide.
Between new hairstyles and hemlines,
I see you cleaning floors
and opening doors.

I hold you in my mind’s eye.
Escaping and collapsing
Into
each
other.
Between adrenalin and the final
Flat__________________Line,
I see you cleaning floors
and opening doors.