Best Swabbing Poems
Swabbing My NoseSwab
inside
my nose
presses, swirls. Twinges,
twitches, runs like it’s bleeding.
I wait in lobby, till rest home screener
smiles. “Negative! Good to go!”
Grandmother, I only
do this
for
you!...
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Categories:
swabbing, grandparents,
Form:
Fibonacci