Repair Your Mind! ... there's a new school of thought around persistent sinus infections - by MARIE KAZALIA
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MARIE KAZALIA
there's a new school of thought around persistent sinus infections -

the medical center Internist
with a newly acquired title
Doctor
so impressed with himself
had to say excuse me
leaving me alone
I helped myself to band-aids
dropping several into my leather bag
he returned several minutes later
with my script slip
had to have a real doctor
fill one out
couldn't do it himself
his superior
mentor
boss
who's words the Internist
came back and repeated to me
that there is a new school of thought
letting me in on the mysticism of medicine
when all he had to tell me
if my sinus infection didn't clear up
with ten days of antibiotics
I should come back in
for further treatment
and more pills -
but he didn't say that
full of himself
self-impressed
letting "there's a new school of thought"
hang in the air there -
that some doctors treat
persistent sinus infections
with 3 weeks of antibiotics
be he wouldn't do that just yet
try the ten days
then come back
jeez
just sounds like common sense
without a whole school around it

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Twenty-year-old SHANE JONES has poetry in a few dozen publications: Conspire, PSH, Pith, Unwound, Nerve Cowboy, The Blind Man's Rainbow, The Brown Bottle, and Art:Mag.  His first chapbook (23 poems) is published by Visaseptic Publications
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MARIE KAZALIA introduces

SHANE JONES
Bar

I stood dead in the middle
of the bathroom
counting the square tiles
on the floor.
Blood dotted the edge of the sink,
and a large razor blade
read FOR PUBLIC USE ONLY
layed on the floor.
I thought about the blade.
The stars.
How the sun never looks ugly.
I raised my head,
pushed the door open,
turned the corner,
approached the bar,
sat down,
ordered a beer,
turned my sewn on face,
and gave a big smile,
to my new ex-girlfriend.


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