Escape into Twilight by Christine Jackson

Gulls squawk loss and dismay,
wheeling crooked white shapes
against looming towers
of the brick hospital.
I finally wriggled through
my barred window.
Alone on the curb
outside the brick hospital,
I hunch inside my gray hoodie,
clutching my midsection,
swaying with grief.
Are these bones too heavy
Or ready to crumble?

Freedom city lies down the hill.
My slippered feet
cannot point
toward the winking lights,
or back to the amber bottles of pills
and numbing injections
in the cold fluorescence
of the brick hospital.

A brisk woman passes
bearing a Styrofoam cup of coffee.
She wears blue scrubs
dancing with balloons.
Her lively white shoes
pad down the hill
away from the brick hospital.
She lives an ordered life
on a leaf-shaded street.
Good.
I could use coffee.

Christine Jackson teaches literature and creative writing at a South Florida university. Her poetry has been published in several online publications, including Autumn Sky Poetry DailyScarlet Leaf Review, Poetry Breakfast, A Quiet Courage,Verse-Virtual, and The Ekphrastic Review.

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