Saturday, October 15, 2011

Saturday in CinCity. The Full Moon and the Neuro Unit Edition.

Letter from a Mental Hospital


by Kim Lozano






From the heart of an old box of letters

I lift a small water-stained envelope.

Inside, a note card as thin and brittle as a frozen leaf

bears a message written fifty years ago

by a woman who shares my name.



She delivers no greeting, no sorry to have been away so long.

She leaves no record of visitors, rationed cigarettes,

group art, or the barren iceberg of treatment.



I imagine her listening to the ping of the radiator

on a snowy morning, seated in her nightgown and socks

by an open window. A bell rings in the hallway

but she doesn't move toward her robe or her slippers or her brush.



I see myself sitting beside her, reaching

toward her dull pencil to place my fingers over hers,

hand on hand, gliding over the words, moving

like two skaters on a lake tracing the solitary line—

Please come get me.

3 comments:

  1. I simply can't imagine being trapped in such a way. So glad the moon has passed into another phase.

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  2. Oh I almost forgot, I took a photo of some magpies in London a few weeks ago and would like to send them to you, please contact me, as I have lost your email (seriously does menopause ever pause?)

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)