Doctress Ploshfurn

Doctress Ploshfurn A precious work of stained temperglass The Doctress is a miracle with the countenance of a lava lamp Her hair floods the room Her eyes warm up the bed Witty, intelligent Sensible, sensitive Creativity beyond measure of what mentors could ever give How could the language of an individual with a soul of glass so stained be so colorful without being crass or profane? Tempered, perhaps. Her heart breaks when someone dies She goes to her office, shuts her eyes imagines reading books looks around And sees a man pulling a computer on a pole with him beeping in a steady rhythm and still in his gown, still pale from almost touching the light embraces the fragile stained-glass lava lamp that is our precious Doctress weeping with joy