Barcode

On the table beside me lies a bracelet
made of plastic
with my name and social security number
neatly printed and a barcode
I have only just cut it off my hand
With a scissors

Last night
Magazines with celebrity gossip.
last years .
Half finished crossword puzzles, Sudoku,
a broken biro,
Linoleum floors
nondescript pieces of lithography on the walls,
a tray with a thermos of coffee and no cups,
2 empty tables with chairs around.
An office with window panes

Please knock
A talkative drunk
With a heart condition
A pill that weighs heavy
Not much sleep

But time to feel
that there is someone

Someone who cares
In a very professional fashion

Time to feel
That I am not alone
Time to talk
About worries,
blues

Space
Space between thoughts
A good meal
Sounds of footsteps
Doors opening and closing
Otherwise silence

Cold outside
smoking a fag
Snow
Cigarette butts on the ground
Locked doors