Wow and wow! Superior!
The doctor
who is 47 and wears a baseball cap
she doesn’t look her age, even her hands are unlined
but she knows her stuff, telling me, it’s a virus
got into you, maybe by the loosest thread and working its way up
attacked your spleen like, a well placed fist will split even hard skin
opening up secrets, spilling them like spaghetti squash, reveals its jewel
thumbing through test results, her eyes raised imperceptably
we both joked at the irony of finding a virus, good news
by then I had, a long list of debtors, thinner wrists, curled with many knots, my mouth was parched from staying open
who knew I’d learned so well, the art of begging and beseachment
and the phone, if it were not disconnected, would not have rung because I’d found out
those who stand in faded ink on birth certificate, are not interested in…
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