Bypass
October 10, 2000 12:00 pm PoetryDescription: A short, free-verse piece
Rating: PG
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Sitting in his favorite chair
Smoking a cigarillo
And then bam
Within hours, his chest is a gaping cavity of activity
Doctors and technicians
Poking,
Prodding,
Cutting,
Breaking,
Tearing,
Sucking,
Rubbing,
Massaging,
Sewing
Borrowing parts from the leg
To mend the chest
Jesus, we’re interchangeable
And he,
Swimming into and out of consciousness
Feels a draft
And an old familiar craving
For a cigarillo
