Posted by Phil on March 15, 2002, at 6:51:52
To lift your bony butt on the commode
Some years from now (I can’t say when),
To wag my bloated hand you-ward to hold
Your flaccid breast that fed our two children,
To know my aches and creaks and bones
and flesh
As I become that thing, diminished,
To watch the peonies with blood-like flush
Collapse this spring, and the next, the next,
the next.
Allegra, Singulair, Sythroid, Floxnase,
Albuterol, Flovent, Wellbutrin, Pro-
Zac, Prednisone: the only sustenance
That keeps this Easter egg from its malaise.
A body ought, you say, to be the foe
Of any move toward deliverance.
Laban Carrick Hill
poster:Phil
thread:19880
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