The walls, ceiling and floors are covered with medical descriptions of the physical effects of
The poem is printed on a clear plexiglas inner wall that fronts images of bald heads and describes
the experience of receiving chemotherapy treatment.
I lie in the brown Naugahyde recliner
in a line with six or seven others
like someone with a steerage class ticket
or in love with the elements.
Facing a floor to ceiling window where
we can see what comes or goes
It is strange to be wearing street clothes