by Deborah Bayer | Jan 26, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
Window to the Bay Sometimes I ask my patient, can you smell it? Of course, she can’t. Necrosis happens slowly, a little more each day. There’s time to adjust. My birthday was weeks ago. The flowers are dead. A clear square vase sits on the kitchen table, its...
by Deborah Bayer | Jan 19, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
I’m Still Your Doctor I happen to be there when you’re admitted. My job is to keep you alive at any cost. Lucky for you that I have experience & I’m really good at diagnosing the opportunistic diseases of AIDS. So when you have the bad luck to have a...
by Deborah Bayer | Jan 12, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
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....
by Deborah Bayer | Jan 5, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
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...
by Deborah Bayer | Dec 29, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
Star Light, Star Bright My sister says I go on and on about Miss Ingram, says I must be in love with her, but I’m not. I just like the way her dark hair hangs long, straight down her back, the way she smells like lavender when she comes to our desks to check...
by Deborah Bayer | Dec 22, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2004 - 2015)
Story for My Sister The moon sits on the left shoulder of Cristo Redentor. At least, that’s the way it seems to you from your gutter in Rio. You lay down here to cool off in the fire hydrant spray, one of the best hangover remedies. This time, the white...
