Cantos for Lemuel Gulliver by TinyPissyFairy

LXIII.

We’re watching the TV from the vents of the pediatric hospital waiting room.
Drag queens glide by like the masts of 17th century schooners.
They have names like Tilly de Fields and Henrietta Kissingher.

They are here to explain to the children that we are all
free to be whoever we want to be, and also the tumor is inoperable.

We crouch in the vents, in negative pressure and sterile booties.
Our tiny footprints leave messages in Morse code in the dust:
variants of “Kilroy was here” lost in the tidal flow of ventilation.

On television there's a commercial for something called Fuck Off.
The nurses cover the ears of the children
with their room temperature hands.