Pucker

Pucker

  Pucker The gods line up to kiss my left breast. Divine dimples appear as I raise my left arm. A star appears on my windshield too when a wayward stone strikes on the expressway, loud as a gun’s report. I duck under glass, wounded again. Asterisk marks the spot....
Bird Neck

Bird Neck

Bird Neck What’s my basic unit of currency? It’s not dollars. Each patient makes a withdrawal. What’s the exchange rate? It’s not Medicare payments. Each prayer makes a deposit. Fifteen years since he tested poz. His first doctor visit with me is supposed to last...