Machinery
		

	Your plastic skin sags
	stretched across the bruises
	from too many ivs
	   the veins on the top of your hand
	   exposed and overlarge
	Tubes run from your nose and mouth
	   breathe
	   and you exhale

	Cramped into a closet with no door
	you're surrounded
	   by the smell of disinfectant
	   and starched white sheets
	while uniforms stalk the square tiles
	and move from room to room
	   around the clock
	   maintaining the machinery