Oxygen Apparatus
Light stays steady through the day's phases, through the night. The rectangular gunmetal door handles show every fingerprint. On the foamboard ceiling, a metal track describes an arc around the bed. A plasticized fabric curtain is suspended therefrom on rings, bunched at one end of the track, near the glistening porcelainesque sink. The woman on the bed, soaked in sweat, grunts and strains. From behind behind a McPainting that a 20 year-old nurse slides aside appears oxygen apparatus: rubber hoses and plastic mask.
The doctor pulls, one
hand on the device, one braced
against stainless steel
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