Sunday, October 30, 2011

For a Tear

Lovely dentist, so young, with fever.

Just a sore, you said, but alas, much more.

A swollen blitzkrieg over lip, cheek, eyes, then scalp,

Morning smile turned noontime nightmare,

Third nadir’s unfair haunting.

So hurry with tubes, drips, then a cycling whir,

In hopes a returning tear can anoint your brow.

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