Poetry |
Sphygmomanometer
by Kathy Gilbert
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Just as when we were children
Playing doctor with a plastic Stethoscope and thermometer We septuagenarians Spend Sunday afternoon together Dosed up on homemade chicken soup Sat on the couch, listened to Lockjaw’s Jazz, cushion between us, trying To figure out the digital Thirty-dollar Costco blood Pressure wrap. |