Dottie is rarely herself anymore.
She’s strapped to a bio-feedback
machine
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
room cracks–
Rob Goldstein (c) 2016-2018
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