Elizabeth from Locust by Jeff Clarke

I’m
Only a patient
A doctored sensation
Waiting for you
My failing heart beat
The one that I keep
Waiting for you
Visiting hours
Are complete
You’ve written your name
On a cold white sheet
To love an illusion
That smiles and bows to you
A coloring book
Allows us both to see
I’m just a poor boy
Alone with a cold toy
Broke on his hands
Deep inside the gift shop
There’s always something to see
A fantasy book
Misdiagnosing me
It’s just a sweet thing
Designed to make you smile
To lead you from your fever
To treat you like a child
I’m busy sleeping
Awake while I’m dreaming
Searching for you
The cats inside the garden
Tearing up perennial flowers
He’s angry because I’ve teased him
With a garden hose
It’s just a sad thing
The beast can’t take a joke
Now next year there will just be dirt
Where peonies used to grow
I’m only a patient
A doctored sensation
Searching for you

• Berlin