Night Owls
by: Jason T. McGuire
Slower travels between equal spaces,
reaching out for a hand of life; a smile
without smut of blood, or a 2 for 1 deal
at the "Night Owl Escorts."

Fading images--brown equal grays
and red do not exist,
so where is that man that we once knew?

Bold letters found at 8, 9, 22
stamp his records and the doctors
double glove, yet he looks the same
as everyone else.

Frail and brittle hair, lines his pillowcase,
and now he wonders why he didn't use
a glove at the "Night Owl Escorts."