I am interested in signs not as static but as moving, as things that start with something that has already been discarded. I try to make my images through that – the unruly cracks in the edifice, underneath which there is something to be protected.

Ellen Gallagher, via the Broad Art Foundation

The body of a hospital is unrelenting, unjust in size,
and in the scope of human dignity.

Where do you put the big chair?

You know the one.

They strap your father in it so he doesn’t fall,

and put him in the
hall,

in front of the nurses’ station so everyone can see him

as they pass,
as they pass,

clouded in his delirium, waving his hands around,
fending off his imaginary drug induced tray critters.

And don’t you see them?

They are the true hallucinatory infestation of…
… the body of a hospital.

Narcosis

Hospital polemics
Life roller coaster
Personal pandemics
A Brain toaster

Oxygen saturation
Paternal fibrillation
Frightening realization
No exaggeration