Sunday, January 30, 2005
"Calling cards on my arms"
I waited on a man the other day. He had a hospital wristband. I don't usually think too much about who I wait on, but the hospital wristband guy stuck in my head.
What is it about hospital wristbands that stands out in my head and screams out images I don't want to remember?
I remember going to the hospital to visit grandparents. The hospital buildings mirrored my grandparents. Once upon a time they possessed strength, but now they were crumbling. How fucking cliched is that. Anyway I visited hospitals that looked like they were being held together with duct tape to visit grandparents that looked like they were being held together with surgical tape. It made me sick. Their skin wasn't so much wrinkled it was bumpy and bruised. Those terribly typed id bracelets hanging from their wrists, the white bracelet highlighting their discoloured arms.
I waited on a man the other day. He had a hospital wristband. I don't usually think too much about who I wait on, but the hospital wristband guy stuck in my head.
What is it about hospital wristbands that stands out in my head and screams out images I don't want to remember?
I remember going to the hospital to visit grandparents. The hospital buildings mirrored my grandparents. Once upon a time they possessed strength, but now they were crumbling. How fucking cliched is that. Anyway I visited hospitals that looked like they were being held together with duct tape to visit grandparents that looked like they were being held together with surgical tape. It made me sick. Their skin wasn't so much wrinkled it was bumpy and bruised. Those terribly typed id bracelets hanging from their wrists, the white bracelet highlighting their discoloured arms.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 7:54 PM 
