oh nurse

eyes open enough to see that sleep comes
dressed in deep blue,
almost black.

nurse, she's out of her room again
alone, feet planted in mud tail in
moist greens alongside a white poppy one hand swinging from Orion's belt.

nurse, she's out of her room again.
that quest to quench the thirst as smoke escapes
her lips like legs parted begging you to inhale
the last bastions of moisture.

nurse, she's out of her room again,
swimming alone against the current of what's right
and what's to be at the end.