SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL
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,
depressed
and cliche,
a Jesus for conservatives,
looking hungry
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,
not stirring
the whole time
we were there.
And we were loud.
The paramedic put in an IV
like she was trying to draw blood,
angry
that we got called
for nothing.
Shizil, that’s rock bottom! I would imagine this to be written from the perspective of the ambulance driver or assistant paramedic. Simile on finding the house is very hard hitting: “…like looking for God in most churches.” Other description of Jesus pic brings out a strong sensation that God has deserted humankind (especially the girl that is subject of poem) and we are left to our own miserable devices.
Poem was aptly titled and flowed steady–nice line choices and spacing…and pause with pick up for emphasis. This is the kind of poem that can really put you into the setting and make you an active participant! well done!
I’m going to make it easy on myself and just second what mofo said. Which is to say, wonderful poem, full of great lines and images that all pull together into something greater than the sum of its parts. Nice job.