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Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft)

The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about the insipid iodine solution we were both drinking: he departed the tiny … Continue reading

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The morning I shall expend In doctors’ waiting rooms; Book on knee, pen in hand Ass on chair, hair on head Water in polycarbonate beside Cellphone in thick wool bag — But mostly pen in hand (Extension of brain) Writing … Continue reading

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