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beep-beep -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this bleeping box on my hip foretells the stories of my life. i let them out one at a time, phone call by phone call, adjusting medication, selling combinations of advice and bullshit over wire to a nurse, a patient, a parent – someone else’s story inter-digitating with mine in an electronically-mediated intercourse where we each hard-sell our glory, where we each want to be the one with the bigger dic- tionary. beep-beep-beep beep-beep beep b |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-02-03 11:00:12
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.84615
Just a thought...It's your God Complexes you should be measuring and comparing...sorry...never could pass an
opportunity endear.
jj