SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL
by r.a. reikki
but she called 911.
Her house was hard to find,
like looking for God in most churches.
And there was a Jesus on her wall,
a Jesus for conservatives,
and on heroin
and like he’s never had sex in his life.
She didn’t want to go to the hospital.
She wanted to stay in that house
with the fat teenager
in the Black Sabbath T-shirt
asleep on the couch,
the whole time
we were there.
And we were loud.
The paramedic put in an IV
like she was trying to draw blood,
that we got called