he sat, naked, in the corner
counting his toes
eyes unfocused, hectic.
the walls breathed.
i thought i understood him
but the glass has razor wire to obscure my certainty.
i want to forget his feverish screams,
his infinite stare.
he minded his private business,
occasionally projecting uncontrollable sounds across the room
pummeling heaving walls with his throat
agitating the floor with his teeth
leaving a finger touching a toe to keep track despite distraction.