He says it was a car accident,
But we smell Russian Roulette.
A doctor with a southern accent tries
to piece together a broken
story. It's four minutes 'till
1 in the morning, when sleep shies away
from florescent lights and hospital beds.
All I hear is clicking and heavy breathing,
and I see the immiscible colors
of pain and cure
mixing
above my head.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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