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Selelcted Poems
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exponent of the horizontal
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mastectomy
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the journey
Poetry?
A doctor’s outside interest?
Are you serious?
If that’s what you’ve jotted
on your application
for a higher position, Bill,
cross it out. Not unconvinced?
Erase what you’ve written.
Scrawl in fat, block letters,
Sports.
Better yet,
Skydiving.
No one will ask if it’s true.
But if they do, mention the time
the first ripcord failed -
then the second.
How all night
you signaled the world
by tapping a wire
of the relay
antenna that spiked
through your heart. Trust me.
They’ll see sparks.
They’ll remember what you say
as if it had happened to them,
then nod wisely when you tell
how, over many years,
you made your way
back to earth,
using nothing but your tongue. |
