On Rotation: Mother and Daughter

On rotations—at the medical examiner. What makes a mother execute her loving daughter in her slumber? A father’s touch. The mother had left a letter. Something to the extent of, “If I can’t divorce you, then you can’t be a husband to me or a father to your daughter.” and “You will never touch her […]

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The Anus

The anus is the guardian of modesty. The anus is our sense of control in this living world. We voluntarily controls the levator ani muscle that make up the anus itself. We decide when to pass solids and gas. We decide to empty our bowels. We decide to not embarrass ourselves in public predicaments. We […]

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Goat Feat, Goat Meat

Goat feat into goat meat. The dust sweeps while fat eats. Ruminant’s bowels, an easy forty. Towels in the bathroom. There is no water. There is no electricity. Sit for an hour and watch generosity. Sleep or steep tea in the dark. When cats bark there is no me. Go home and hate it. Go […]

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Dear old Doctors, Dear new Doctors

Dear old Doctor that give truckers their speed, Dear new Doctor that give mothers their weed. We need an ear. We need our doctors to listen –Not hear.   Dear old Doctors that stood high in their pulpit, Spouting, pushing words like as if it were the Gita, in Sanskrit. Your days of verbal scripts […]

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On Rotation: A Hundred-Dollar Bill and Old Tissues

On rotations—at the medical examiner.   An eighteen-wheeler was in front. The roads weren’t particularly slick with rain. The eighteen-wheeler wasn’t driving erratically. Mister was following too close. Was his mind occupied with grief because he had just left his old friend’s funeral? Behind his dusty eyeglasses, three years over due for new lenses, were […]

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Practice medicine like a human (not a robot)

Practice medicine like a human, Not like a robot.   Touch people like a human, Robot touch is cold.   Use your eyes to look at the patient, Robot eyes look creepy.   Laugh with your patient, Robot laughter is scary.   Say “I don’t know” when you don’t know. Robots explode when they don’t […]

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