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GAIL ENTREKIN
Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia
When the monster grabbed him up, tossed him back into its mouth, we had been swimming along holding hands and I didn't let go, flew up dripping and dropped beside him into the dark and foreign place where there were others dimly swimming for their lives and there were teeth that grazed our skins now and then as we lay very still, our hope ballooning, rising up into the sinuses of the creature intermingled with our fear so that both rose equally and were, we prayed, equally compelling, but the truth, we knew, was that the beast was dumb and barely knew we were there. Every day it tested its spikes against our naked fragile bodies, some days teasing us by tipping forward, almost letting us roll out into the frothy sea, but most days we lay still, read medical books, listened to the messages of friends sending love and encouragement from far away places where life went on in warm kitchens and the linens were clean and dry. Finally, the thing decided not to decide, let us wash out with the tide. We are swimming again and the ocean is very blue. But there is a fin moving beside us on the horizon and though it disappears from time to time in the bright sun at dusk it is always there circling.
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out of prison we are on parole we are getting better two lobsters out of the pot we are seeing the light we are moving on moving up moving out of the end of the tunnel and no train in sight it's been dark in there full of monstrous terrors we were afraid we were so afraid and your feathers fell out all around us we kept picking them up and tucking them in but finally you were naked as a plucked chicken you were lying in the pan and I was basting you tenderly in this ointment that oil this basil tarragon olive dorzolamide ratuxin chemical bath your eyes rolled back I could see you screaming inside out we got you out of the pan trussed you up in a new blue shirt your hair comes back in peachy white thin fuzz your hands stop hurting you stand up and walk you remember the words you are out we are out here smiling
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I's a browser as I graze through cyberspace, Brushability is my game when I search throughout For the whereabouts of brunizem O away with dials yo' hold gainst' ears Can grow old on hold as yo' utter Words ya' hear: Sneers, clicks, no tones, screeches, Which causes jolts of brusquerie if you dare Intrude, such arrogance this bucko biz,' risk being Cloned a brute to spin as a buffoon Who suffers buck fever, or a bucksaw gnawing On a bassoon. But on the Net one can join a salsa set Cyber to discuss da' Met Meet Bill's as you scan through mates, Chat through spats Can ignore a dull bloke faceless Who tell jokes As going sleeveless in Siberia Chillin' out to smoke. OLE' grannies scan through Seniornet To scout aah' cruise Where either can do a buck-and-wing Or join a karaoke partee' to sing, "Nothing like an oldster" Grown bolder da' tune "I placed a bet on the Internet," Scroll a mouse, boot a lout Who ignores a TOS Surf murf, drink Smirnoff, Cappuccino, tea or coke Send e-mail, order a snail, smell a rat Who clicks to chat Gnaw and chew over the news, Placate a simpering fool Loop da' Web over Timbuktu and Tibet Glance at Japan, Taipan and Zululand Scroll on da' way to Pakistan, Rhoumidan, Then surf to Toga land. Perch on a chair anywhere Be an elephant-tusk Or donkeys-rear Who can fart and not Smell up the hemisphere, While digits do da' trot Whar' eyes reveal da' spots dat' sizzle Drizzle or fizzle. Ya'll can be aah' democratic nerd A nude who sits before a screen With a modem dat' broadcast Wheezes, groans, with erratic stops, Locks and pops. If yo' choose, can be ah' looker Who view a hooker To gawk, Salivate til' jaws lock. Or shop for BVD's, motor ease Until yo' drop I's aah' yowl yowl browser, A download whizzer On how to build a Kayak, Control a Bat; Seeking the denizen of the deep From the woo, woo world, Accessing mo' mo' bytes Than you can snake a pipe. Lol Lol! Yall.
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