Nima's not
in the mood
for the quacks
visiting
the mental
cases ward
coming round
in white coats
stethoscopes
and closed minds
she's outside
in the sun
that despite
the nurse’s
wanting her
on the ward
not outside
chain smoking
a doctor
with a nurse’s
comes outside
the doctor
not happy
you should be
on the ward
for our rounds
not out here
the quack said
Nima sits
on a seat
her legs crossed
the night dress
with no belt
reveals sight
of her thighs
and she smiles
at the spark
alive there
in his eyes.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Nima's not
in the mood
for the quacks
visiting
the mental
cases ward
coming round
in white coats
stethoscopes
and closed minds
she's outside
in the sun
that despite
the nurse’s
wanting her
on the ward
not outside
chain smoking
a doctor
with a nurse’s
comes outside
the doctor
not happy
you should be
on the ward
for our rounds
not out here
the quack said
Nima sits
on a seat
her legs crossed
the night dress
with no belt
reveals sight
of her thighs
and she smiles
at the spark
alive there
in his eyes.
GIRL, HOSPITAL, MOOD, WARD, 1967
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