Loitering on a wooden pier out in the middle of a sea, a Sea of Reeds but without the splitting down the middle of a humungous wave. The splitting of your hairline from right to left or from left to right, or the brushing of your hair back completely with one slapping swipe, one wondrous wave of water that swoops you up to the top of Jacob's ladder and takes you under it again, a wave filled to the brim sloshing with green algae, Ladybugs sucking the blood off green dunes grasses, insect blood like human blood you never saw and did not know existed. Bugs on display under a microscope, Aphids on the beach in a private sword fight with Ladybugs.
Is your doctor a woman or is s/he a man? Does it make a difference? They prescribe the same pills, she swoons as she touches your shoulder and he says he's married, as he tests your heart. Whose heart is pure, his or yours?Wondering why or what, it matters not anyway, people who say they are "great" not "good".
What is your name and what is the license plate number of your car? Why do you want to know and why should you care? A day goes by and another day goes by... A patient of a doctor who is healthier than his doctor.
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