A medley of urban gardening, experimental cooking, family medicine, and my life.
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slow day at the clinic: a poem
half-filled bottle of
gentrified asian tea
with poetry printed
next to the FDA label,
sitting in the doctor’s office waiting
but I am the doctor (or so they
call me).
Zetia valtrex ortho tricyclen
lo. and behold.
I am on the inside
next to the referrals
and the proselytizing of
industry, and I am waiting.
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