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Afternoon at the State Hospital


Despair keeps her small house swept, watches

the floor about her broom carefully

does not look up.  The air is chemically

calm tranquilized thick as clear

jelly.  Her eyes are brimmed with secret

meaning her lips are swollen with dark blood.