T H E T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 2 2 3 3 white walls, white curtains B Y F I O N A M C K E E white walls, white curtains look for the door to go home don’t find it the people wear faces that change do i know you? no i don’t i can’t find my glasses i want to see my children you did, they say, you did no i didn’t old bouquets in vases wilted lilies and gladiolus it is all the same here, the chrysanthemums keep standing where are my glasses? a person visits me today he says he is my son but he is not i do not know this person who has tears in his eyes i talk to the other people here we talk about the show that’s on the television we talk about – then we do not talk what were we doing? they tell me i live here but i do not know where i am i do not know who they are i do not know why i am standing in the hallway they hand me my glasses say they found them in the bathroom white walls, white curtains look for the door to go home don’t find it
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