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Road Map to Hell


Marc Swan





Stuck. Try it Gina.
Stuck stuck stuck
Why is it when I say stuck
you freak out?
Was it daddy? What daddy used to do?
Or the hospital.
You remember ...
17 years in the hospital
scrubbing your whole body
with a laundry brush,
making sure nothing stuck ...
flesh gnarly with sores,
cuts. Your wrists ... a road map to hell.
Once
when your thoughts were clear ...
thank God for Clozaril ...
you said all you wanted
was to be alone
in an empty room.
You’re in that room
Gina.
Stuck.

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