Tuesday poem: Ward 64 by Sarah Broom

the curtain’s beige and orange checks
do nothing to divide us

when her drips beeps I think it’s mine

when she hears the bad news
I have to put my iPod on to keep it out

across the room he’s lost his wedding ring
because he’s got so thin

skinny fingers
I’d better watch out for that

there is poetry all over the walls
of oncology

and I want to get out

From Tigers at Awhitu (page 55) by Sarah Broom
Published by Auckland University Press
Used with the permission of Auckland University Press
This poem has been posted as part of the 
Tuesday Poem scheme


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