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M . E . U r i b e
S a n a t o r i u m
The empty hospital
doesn’t seem so empty
when I whistle down the corridor
and keep my eyes on the linoleum.
The stretchers are nice for naps—
They g l i d e on the floor on their own—
my own guided tour—
if there was music
I think I could stay here.
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