throwing off sparkle at the nurse’s scouring flashlight nightly.

you ask me
is it bad news again? We wear bone-white ivory masks from room to room.

Ay so you’d be if you’d been there & back
but no need the vaccine was perfected
annihilating that six-sided crystal
virus that gave the song and took the legs from me.

Lynn Strongin

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