i have two DNAs one belongs to my old

i have two DNAs one belongs to my old by Romana Iorga self the other one is my sister’si don’t know how to write about illnessi write about fall fever & hopesomeone would read between the linesthere usually was someone who would check my pulse draw blood hookme up to an IV change my bedsheetswash the floor the toilet the sinkbring in the food close the blinds wipeoff my sick change my bedsheetstake the food out uneaten help meto the bathroom no modesty leftafter a while even when i wasdischarged what’s the point everyonehad seen everything     i never feltmore unseen except that daysomeone stopped outside my reverseairflow room & peeked in she waspale she was old she was wearing allblack for a moment i thoughti was a goner then she moved on & ilived     down the hallway someonecleaned out the room for a new patient Poetry Home Art by Morgan Auten-Smith