At twenty I am (Free Verse, 65 words)

At twenty I am

A new wound in the wind

I am naked and raw

In the slow hospital

The painful hotel

The flesh green tree

Hopefully I wake up to pee

Jesus it’s freezing

And this slow, hateful

Jazz, the breeze

Plays crap on my pillows

And I sit with my knees

Brief, naked and raw

And I wait

I wait for the thaw

C.S.13.07.14