Another summer in its winter-
wanton glory and particle-board
slippers comes
and with it more
cancer. I count
the spots on my connect-
the-dot leg but beg
for no respite. I am
selfish in my birthright to try,
and will abide the fourteen-
day life of the common fly
laying eggs on my snoring knee.
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