Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and the nurses took it out & put it back, smiling like fiends, with their eternal 'we.' Henry did a slow burn, collapsing his dialogue to their white ears & shiny on the flanges. Sanka he drank until his memories blurred & Valerie was coming, lower he sank and lovely. Teddy on his handlebars perched, her. One word he heard insistent his broad shortcomings, then lay still. That middle-sized wild man was ill. A hospital is where it all has a use, so is a makar. . So is substantial God, tuning in from abroad.
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