You'd been raging,
beating your head
against the wall.
She made the call.
At the knock
you blocked it out,
answered calmly.
Police.
They knew.
they knew.
You realise
she recorded it.
Later you call
from the hospital.
I'm fine, you insist,
shuttered, alone.
You need to get me out of here!
We're agreed.
You need to stay.
Police took the gun away.
Inside your mind
is a hospital too.
It's in there where
there's no room
for your children
partner
us.
Inside you,
it's clear
we're just passengers for now,
along with the other voices,
all of us ghosts,
riding
synapses,
currents.
