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Intensive Care DIANE G. MARTIN

The old charmer, skin tinged green, hair yellowed by nicotine wise-cracked with the nurses as they wheeled him in. His once fine, fierce, black, probing eyes laced with fear and drugs, desperate for concealed diagnosis and prognosis, pierced and probed their gnosis under comic, courtly cover. “What a character,” they remarked, pretending not to see the stark terror—as they turned him over— in his good-natured chatter. Before he had to beg for water. Before the routine biopsy. Before his dropped wedding ring clattered under the bed unseen. Gorham, Maine February, 1987

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