At The Hospital

There are two doors on the 9th floor, the former psychiatric ward where patients’ families now stay.

One reads, “This door is alarmed.” The other, “This door to be kept closed at all times.”

To the first, I say, “We too are alarmed. This is a hospital and things have gone badly wrong. We appreciate your solidarity.”

To the second, R says, “You are not really a door then, are you?”