with their mutual
wrists slit and covered
in gauze
are falling in love
between group therapy
and afternoon snack
they pass notes
and poems to each other
in origami sculptures
kissing in the far
corner of the
smoking patio
away from the
fluorescent lights
until one is discharged
and the other
wails into bedpans
and undermines
morning arts and crafts
in misery,
waiting to escape
to the outside
world for bitter
delusions of a
fairy tale
romance
slathered
with bad timing