this sleepy shaver took it on the chin
but does not need a cognac, just a cup
of sweetened lightened coffee to begin
another day. his eyes are wide. he’s up.
Postscript: There is such a thing as too close a shave, even for the sake of a Bad Pun, a play on the ancient saying “With friends like these, who needs enemies?” It took about fifteen minutes to staunch this patch of skin.
fifty-eight years ago today/I was in an operating room at st. joseph’s hospital/with a doctor reaching into my nose/and excising with his instrument/a gaggle of nasal polyps/of various sizes
then the doc jammed a yard/of packing material into my nasal cavity/to staunch bleeding
and the removal of that packing/produced the most intense pain i have ever felt/to this day
and second place goes/to when dr. frerichs in a subsequent visit/again reached into my nose/to pluck out developing scabs/to minimize scar tissue
and a distant third is the time/i tore off most of the skin of my left big toe/in a bike accident/when i was barefoot
but back to that scar tissue/minimized or not it and more polyps/have appeared in two mris/done five years apart/in my right sphenoid sinus
and that that region is unchanged/in five years/is great news
and I love the word “sphenoid”/so i am overall good/with my nose now
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