these days are best spent watching in

seated silence, benches placed, rows

angled outside of wards. From here

we can be, look –

-ing through, for the sick to be seen


there on their sides, evidence of the human:

footprints and hands by vials of god

while children sleep to ignore insides


a hospital, an aching room, these

dishes multiply themselves as walls

sweat slowly on christmas day with


lessons learned for all of us

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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