Fish

I watch all of his fingers tremble

He feet barely move

Across the hospital floor as we accidentally take the long way

To the ER

They hook him up

The needles the bed the tiny robot whose mouth bites over his finger to check all the levels the blood the heartbeat

Nurse, she is like a dock for a boat

In the storm

Calm and able and stretched along side of him carefully putting into words what we all want to scream

You could have died

Rehab is the best option

Everyone is shaking their heads yes

Even he is this time

So they take him

I can hear my moms voice over her text

She says her organs are breaking

But her hands are empty of solutions 

Which is a rarity 

No closet

No dresser

Six metal bunk beds 

As if this is a jail cell

Visiting hours are on the weekend

He knows no one 

And then we just leave him there as if he deserves punishment or something of the sort