CT Abdomen With & Without I-V Contrast
We worried that boys would see through our flimsy voile dresses (how we loved their cling) worried our nipples—or something more—might show. We wanted boys to see through the flimsy voile but not all the way to the barely healed scars, the wounded feelings, the way we were oh so much less than, though we acted so much more than—talked of Albee & Beckett, not a lot but as though. Later the boys came breath-close & they tasted our hearts. It was not easy.
Given the choice today, Wednesday, I’ll take my CT scan neat without contrast, & this time please, skip the evidence of flaw now posted public knowledge on X-ray & Findings.
Another December Wednesday & the canopy of deep green, a windless blizzard of sharp points flecking, falling, the scatter of splinters, my giant camphor tree dispatched. Only a medicinal scent & pink-fleshed chips remain. Oak Root Fungus silently ate the roots that fed & held it for fifty years. Orange-vested men grind its limbs to bits, suck them up the chute, haul them off. It’s winterwarm, good for growing fungus underground. There’s algae in the pond’s yellow shallows & the frogs have disappeared.
Given the choice today, Wednesday, I’ll take my CT scan neat without contrast, & this time please, skip the evidence of flaw now posted public knowledge on X-ray & Findings.
Another December Wednesday & the canopy of deep green, a windless blizzard of sharp points flecking, falling, the scatter of splinters, my giant camphor tree dispatched. Only a medicinal scent & pink-fleshed chips remain. Oak Root Fungus silently ate the roots that fed & held it for fifty years. Orange-vested men grind its limbs to bits, suck them up the chute, haul them off. It’s winterwarm, good for growing fungus underground. There’s algae in the pond’s yellow shallows & the frogs have disappeared.
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