one year ago

For the past seven days,
you have been stuck here,

upside-down, in a narrow
chamber smelling of death,

bound by a straitjacket
tethered to a metal post,

unable to move any part
of your body even an inch,

forced to stare at a single
point on the tiled wall,

upon which the following
words have been painted:

LOOK OVER HERE.

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

(LOOK OVER HERE.)

You remain coolly optimistic.