It’s
all Emergency. An Aboriginal asleep on three seats, waits for his friend. A
ceiling TV yells incessant floor cleaning solutions and evangelical church. A
receptionist fixes on October and your date of birth. A bottle machine switches
into life every twenty minutes. An addict in the corridor shouts a groan of
pain or pleasure. A mother with her asthmatic child embodies patience. A youth
with a gashed chin is fast-tracked. But nothing is happening. There is
stillness where people have admitted to pain. This could go on for hours. A
nurse is there for the next blood pressure test.
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