As the orderlies wordlessly wrangled me out of my ramshackle rambler With a rattly bang of the aluminum storm door and a rump-bump-bump down the steps of the stoop My deleriogenic dread of my final stop was momentarily displaced by a fear of sliding off the stretcher like a silenced sailor being committed to the sleepy deep.
(Feb. 27, 2016)
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