When I was two, my doctor
had a large house
on Cortelyou Road. The exam room
smelled like a dead frog
and my temperature was taken
rectally. By age five
I was injected with Tetracycline
monthly
by Dr. Ryan. He later died
of lung cancer. Who influenc [...]
I see
the bleak parakeet dancing
in the cage, the spores multiplying
with mocking smiles. This isn't
a dream.
This is a cross reference
in my brain, something a little Valium
will extract. I constantly see things
this way, [...]
A sinecure of fashion. That's what he was before the illness. I like that word, sinecure. Sometimes I think I've been waiting for the right moment to use it. My father used long words and difficult words when he censured us. Like the time Andy and [...]
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