all week long
i’ve gloved up
my manster hands never fit
i’ve put on the scrubs
answered the codes
baptized the babies
this infernal contraption
keeps going off
telling me sixteen different places to go
glad to help
glad to help
eight a.m. the next day tumbles in
i’m free
they make these scrubs comfortable
but not as comfortable as you
seeing your eyes
at the door
i float
exhausted frayed and broken
you put me together again
your Studly Dudley Humpty Dumpty
and i enter your arms
knowing the only possible urgency
a spider
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