MALADIES
Things which come and go we hope : otherwise being
'wired up' defensively in a hospital bed can diminish
the life we've led. I want to break bread with something
new, or different. Tired of dereliction, all these forms
and papers have no sense. Look around, what's to see.
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Mandible and maxilla, bones to go. I brush my face
with teeth of a different flavor : tears are what you get
from overflowing with emotion. Those things, I've said,
which come and go, we hope, are angels. 'Hope is a
thing with feathers' - that hoary and overused Emily
Dickinson image seems tired and well-worn now
on this dizzy doorstep to God's own Hell.
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