...in the thumb-sprain hotel
every camera is a Quaalude.
& so I dine at dusk on mudskin;
There are no splints to call my own.
If it were not for the drugs
everybody here would be in worse pain.
That's why medicine is legal,
she told me: to help
people. To make them happier
when they were lonely, cold, dying, pained,
bloated, infected, bleeding. There are potions
for more than the heart concocts.
There are maladies for which there
is no cure--True, it seems. But the
opposite is also valid; That's what they
call a paradox.
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