There is nothing you can do,my therapist reminds me, again.Hospital visitsare glorious walksalong tinted viewing walls of life, love and losson displayon white walls and whiter wards.Those who enter for visits oftenscurry outaching for a cigaretteto medicate their troubled thoughts, that humin their heads, that thumpingin their chests. There is nothing I can dobut remindContinue reading “Hospital Visits”