Dottie is rarely herself anymore.
She’s strapped to a bio-feedback
If she won’t relax she gets a 12 volt jolt.
Dottie grits her teeth and slides down
a mile long awning, she lands in a bin
of wrist tags.
Ravens circle and dive.
“Great Hera’s ghost!” Nurse Gabriel cries,
“You’ve been asleep all morning!”
He plays Taps and the quiet
Rob Goldstein (c) 2016-2018