MRI PTSD

He’s startled by
the clicking pen,
the toilet flush,
the oxygen.

He sits up with
pinballing eyes,
jackhammer legs,
nutcracker cries.

He pinches thighs,
then nods,
then sighs,
then, if convinced,
again he tries,

To shusshhh the bombings,
shusshhh the mice.

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