Charing Cross
Aseptic odor cleansing
my mind shrinks to
the size of a pea as I
wait and wait
alongside other peas.
Elevator drops us
15th floor
we scatter walking
away nurses in
white uniforms.
Carrying my
still warm
Pastéis de nata
I move forward
Towards the room where
she rests.
Outside, the view is grizzly plain
the whole world
zoomed out in sickness
Planes cross the sky fainting
their tears
every 5 minutes
down the blue
Ochre cinnamon powders
my rendez-vous
with southern
yellow-shiny-whishes
Smell of hospital food
invades my path
and shredded
neural tissues
I finally knock
and there she is
waiting
We embrace,
as we kiss.
She smiles.
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