susurrando

And I found myself sitting on the high, white plastic chair,
with the last piece of banana doughily squeezed in between the thumb and the forefinger.
With the spaceship engine-like noise of the machines surrounding me, eating my air,
and I thought that if I don't throw away the banana now
it's gonna grow into becoming a part of my own body.
I was here.
Right now.
Between illness and sanity
between the second and third coffee
and undesired realizations