this must be satan’s emergency room.  where so withdrawn I declare myself in need of stitches.  where my mother empties vending machines once a week hoping to see me but dresses like a man her father knew.  where paperwork is accepted from females only and files one as pregnant or twice as pregnant.  where my son would make an airplane but for the heat in his hands.  where my feet grow toward the ocean until I am all feet and my face goes straight.  where satan himself does what he can.  fills the bedpans on days of inspection.