solutions where there are only answersA Poem by Fra/c/tureitalicized lines at beginning appear courtesy of charles bukowksi's "raw with love"when it comes time to and I won't blame you, you say with so much medicine coursing, your blood is sludge sticky thick like your speech and those doe-slow eyes, roving roving not seeing but reflecting mirrors right back at me-- this is a test, right? and when they come to carve canned peach portions from your skull, spoon out pulp and lace you back up, I'm supposed to stop them, right? firmly grasp that gloved wrist with surgical steel hovering inches over gelatin and say, no, there's got to be some other way. but I don't test well, I want solutions where there are only answers, but still I answer-- nod yes and pat your hand curled up cold and white, a broken-winged dove fluttering with some knowledge.
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