I
will not write a poem
about
this, about watching
my
kidneys on a screen
absorbing
and expelling
white
dye, which is
at
least less fattening
than
those vanilla milk shakes
they
made me drink
for
the first x-ray.
Medical
technology
surrounds
and hums
around
me
as
the technician
says
brilliant engineers
designed
this wonder
but
didn't leave a place
to
put your arms.
So
she velcros me in
and
I watch the movie,
"The
Illuminated Kidney."
1 comment:
thanks for the surprise at the end. Not sure if you intended humor, but it caught me
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