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dog asleep on the couch
roxy sleeps sprawled sideways, legs fanned outwards like suburbia. every so often her tail leaps up and floats
down again with a thump. she whimpers— her furry spine pressed against my leg (belly quietly throbbing)
she claims life with each inhalation pushing air with her flesh, lung and muscle dancing under skin like newlyweds under quilts.
somewhere near are sinews red with life crawling as spiders onto glowing organs
lift and settle lift and settle
as long as breath requires no ratchet or grease, there is hope for man.
jonathan d baker 11 19 04
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10,000 feet above the surface of the earth there is no justice in medicine
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