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Lily One April Morning 1972.

She peels the orange

with slow determination.

She puts the orange peel

in the waste basket

she has placed

by the chair.

She breaks up

the sticky segments

and eats them

one by one.

 

Over the other side

of the locked ward

two nurses struggle with Lucy

who has puked over

the front of her dress

and whose period has begun

and how she loathes

the sight of blood and red.

 

After the orange

Lily will wash her hands

and light up her third cigarette

and sit in the small lounge

and listen as the thin young man

play Satie on the piano

sitting in a trance like state

and she sits there

in her own world

waiting for lunch

or whatever

some god

decides

is her fate

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TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
May 10
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