A country doctor
With his old fashioned
EKG machine
At the foot of the bed.
The emperor has no brain waves,
He mutters solemnly into his
Dictation device.
From kissing the wounds of lepers?
He wonders aloud.
The patient’s voice is subtle:
I offer you my lonely heart.
You are a dream invalid,
Responds the doctor.
I am black like a migraine
Used to inflate a balloon.
I see everything twice.
Once when it conceives me,
And again in the echo
Of a cliff of white sparrows.
The doctor looks at his chart.
Nurse, he says, cry me an IV.
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