Click, Scroll, Escape Reality

Click, Scroll, Escape Reality

Cold, sterile, white

Sitting alone and silent

With nothing but my thoughts 

And the torturous, taunting sounds of distant voices, 

to keep me company

Staring at the 20-inch TV.

Corner of the hospital room

Cold, sterile, white

Sitting alone and silent

With nothing but my thoughts 

And Reba 

And true crime shows

There to keep me company.

There to keep my mind occupied.

MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY

Reba: 7 am-5 pm

Local News: 5 pm-6 pm

CSI: 6 pm-7 pm

Local News: 9 pm-10 pm

Late Show: 10:30 pm – midnight

Fall asleep with soft light filtering my eyelids

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

THURSDAYS

Reba: 9 am-5 pm

Local News: 5 pm-6 pm

NCIS: 6 pm-9 pm

American Horror Story: 9 pm-10 pm

Late Show 10:30 pm-Midnight

Fall asleep listening to distant laughter

FRIDAYS

Click- Gangland all day marathon

Late Show 10:30 pm-Midnight

Fall asleep listening to the steady beep-beep of my babies’ heart monitors

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

SATURDAYS

Reba: 8 am-10 am

E Network: 10 am-3 pm

CSI: 3 pm-5 pm

Criminal Minds: 5 pm-6 pm

Gilmore Girls: 6 pm-10 pm

SNL: 10:30 pm-midnight

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

Must mentally check out

Press Mute

Don’t click the preterm labor channel

Don’t scroll to the steroid shots

Don’t mute the Braxton Hicks stabs

Not every pain is a warning

Not every cramp is the ending

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

Stare,  zone out, give in

And get lost

Reba’s thick country accent

High-pitched yet amusing

Barbara Jean’s innocence

Not realistic yet bemusing

25 minutes of family conflict

Sugar coated with laughs

Everyone forgives and hugs by the end

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

Stare, Zone Out, Give In

And Get Lost

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

Stare, Zone Out, Get Lost,

In a crime-ridden world

Full of drugs, needles, and guns

Undercover task force, pursuing injustice

Catch or be caught

Kill or be killed

Streets never get cleaner

Weeds pop up endlessly

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

One television show morphs into another

Comedies, autopsies, gangs, drugs

Drama, accents, teenagers, 

Funny, suspenseful, horrific

CLICK — SCROLL — VOLUME UP — REPEAT

Like    my        reality

                                              Unpredictable

                                                                   Never-ending

                                                                                                             Frag     ment   ed     scenes

Flashes    of my    pa   st

           Morphing into my pre   sent

                            Dooming me and my future

CAN’T CLICK

                                       CAN’T SCROLL

                                                                            Past my PAIN

                                                                                                                    Past my FEAR

CAN’T — ESCAPE — MY — REALITY

Cold, sterile, white

Sitting alone and silent

With nothing but my thoughts

And

The soothing rhythm of the heart monitors to keep me company—