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This Same Boat

Hospitals feel like high school—
waiting rooms filled with people
who have only this in common—
the anxious, the overtired,
the giddy, the lonely, the tattooed,
groomed, tattered, athletic,
and those who only move in herds,
all of them, all of them,
with too much to carry
and their eyes fixed on the door.

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