Poetry: Bless My Nurses

They want my brain snot, and why not? Rosie Rhona Corona all around, and my blood, IV goes in and out, needles in this arm then that. Ouch! Pressure checked, too high, stand up and it’s too low. Count to bloody fourteen, “pee or we’ll drill for it”— to prove I’m a well man. Testing, […]

Poetry: Bless My Nurses

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