I | Somewhere

❦

What's your name?

'Where am I?'

Your name, please.

'There're too many lights.'

The nurse
gives me a funny look.

Her scrunched
nose

makes her look
looks constipated.

Tell me your name.

'You're angry with me.'

Her eyes
meet mine boldly.

They're like chocolate balls.

'Why are you
'angry with me?'

Do you not remember
your name?

On the paper
in front of her,
she wrote

FIONA

in the blank after the word

NAME:

Did she think
she can fool me

into giving an incorrect answer

so she can lock me up
again?

'Name?'

The nurse nods.
The grip on her pen
relaxes.

Yes, your name.
Do you remember

your name?

I hold back my laughter.

'I don't know.
'I've never been here before.'

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My arms
cannot be lifted

from the armrests.

My feet
don't separate
from the legrests.

The wheelchair
moves

even when I tell it to stop.

'The seatbelt's
'too tight,'
I complain.

No one's listening.

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