Start the drip.
Erase the mind.
It has been reprogrammed for now.

I am floating down a hall
Into a bright room of sterile steel and white
(The better  to see you with, my dear)
A room of masks and paper gowns.
Everyone here is my best friend.
Everything here is peaceful love.
The room
Has opened its arms and swallowed me whole.

I just remove my robes when asked.
Isn’t this odd?
(Something somewhere says)
I am recording now.

No second thoughts about why I am here.
They offer me warm blankets.

No one here wants to harm me.
No one wants to slit me open and remove
A few pieces for souvenirs.

(This was the highest I have ever been. And it is astonishing to me how completely powerful those drugs are, in  this case definitely fentanyl possibly Ativan as well, just the ten minutes prior to surgery. I have an oddly clear memory of it)