In the chemo room it’s impossible
to tell if the doors are opening or
closing in a hall that did not echo.
The big wrinkled chairs were elephant
tan by yellow containers shouting,
A woman entered and swallowed by
an elephant chair stared at the TV,
till shouting, “None of them say
they’re the father of her baby.”
A dozing man with Christopher Reeves
profile flung his hands as if falling
and woke with a crooked cap.
Perhaps it is better not to listen to
doors in a hall that did not echo.