No Cure

Mike Bell/ April 19, 2019/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

That bore – by auger –
into one’s own skull –
known as trepanning
has never appealed
until this too-long day
of blindness and pain

Such drilling to mirror
by my resting tremor
has hashtag fail
typed quick-by-others
to my sapped at selfie
Best left to sicker men

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