The Flatliner

Somewhere along the line,
I started wondering where the line was,
where it resided,
whether it got the itch to roam about the way the rest of us have,

and then here,
in my lonely little plastic bed,
of which my inhabitance was not exclusive,
I owned nothing save my own scalloped partition,

and the light up and to the left went green,
and my cheeks and teeth went a little bit yellow,
jaundice even

and I saw red