I sat in the doctor's
office thinking up
the worst possible
diagnosis for my
aching knees.
it might be
nothing, I
thought as
I was called
up out of my
chair and into
a cold room.
cancer, he
said, right
down to
the bone.
well, I replied
with a smile,
at least it's
not syphilis.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
