after the ball

Psychiatry 2: Student Daze – Poem 34 (last poem in this section)

the annual hospital ball
is a dying tradition

this could be the last
so we have drunk and eaten
danced and fallen
talked nonsense
through a long night

one of our tutor’s boobs
popped out of her dress
while performing a vigorous two-step
her dance partner tried
to return the offending item
by levering it
with a dessert spoon

his wife didn’t approve
and they left early

here I am starting work
at seven in the morning
and have not gone home
have not changed clothes
have not slept

leila who is in charge
of the medical ward
has seen it all before

takes me in hand
and lays me down
for a few hours kip
in a vacant bed

come back

she says

when you’re awake
and sober

© Frank Prem, 2016

Notes on: after the ball

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