Radiology
I saw you this morning in the waiting
room, not yet invisible, and later
sitting in the blue wrap-around frock
the technician asks you to unwrap.
Since last Wednesday the flesh
seems ashen, and light as a box
to be shipped away at your expense.
Only the white of the x-ray is so heavy,
you can’t put it down.
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