throwing off sparkle at the nurses scouring flashlight nightly.
you ask me
is it bad news again? We wear bone-white ivory masks from room to room.
Ay so youd be if youd been there & back
but no need the vaccine was perfected
annihilating that six-sided crystal
virus that gave the song and took the legs from me.
If you've any comment on this poem, Lynn Strongin would be pleased to hear from you.