an old, bald doctor laughs with a young nurse. his teeth a light shade of green with black in between.
ten feet away fifteen people fit into a small room working away at a dead woman, mid 60’s, heart attack.
a pretty, blond nurse performs chest compressions with a big white smile on her face.
as she presses down the dead woman’s stomach pops up. it pops up and down with each compression her gown goes up as well.
if she were alive she would be mortified but she is dead so everyone laughs and works and no one quite cares. i stand watching it all. everyone mostly smiles not hurried in their work. i don’t care i don’t know the family crying out in the waiting room i don’t know her.
it is some mad carnival with Death standing and waiting for the chest compressions to stop so the last corpuscle of blood will cease and he can take the cold, leftover remains.
bored of the show i go into an empty room and turn on a baseball game
some pitcher has a no-hitter going into the fifth.
Bio: Jesse grew up in southeastern Ohio and started writing poetry a few years ago.
