A coed is overdosing on alcohol
in the basement bathroom
of the student union
of the local liberal college.
I begin to walk in to aid Fire
until the EMTs arrive,
when second coed stops me.
“You don’t need to go in there.”
She locks eyes.
I take a breath.
I don't need a beef.
Fire is medical trained.
It’s a small space.
I don’t need to be there,
if fire’s there.
Then, I smell the bile:
a stomach emptied again and again
until there’s nothing left,
but the body still wants to purge more.
Works for me.
I wait to escort in the transport EMTs.