Radio

He lies on the floor in his room.
He doesn't share like most patients.
He scratches a tiny piece of
His carpet with one of his nails, always the

Same nail. One day he decided
It should be the same nail. He would
Use that nail for the rest of his
Life, to scratch gently. It's his way

Of digging a tunnel, to have
Radio contact with the world.
The radio is on, very softly.

Often he puts his ear to the ground
Where he scratches, trying to hear, something.
He hasn't heard anything, yet.
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