Journey of the Placebo

This is my food chain
which travels down your spine,
and connects you with most living things.
We need to place phone calls, Ginger.
Ah, Now this is going somewhere.
Maybe we will travel downtown and
meet with your father. Try not to
leave those marks on my left arm when
you rise, pulling the sheets softly and dumping the
heavy covers and blankets on the floor.
How can I not be affected by these
miniscule gestures?

© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil

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