A Letter to William Carlos Williams
We know, Doctor Williams, you and I,
as we go
from patient one to next,
thumb
the rumpled charts, cough
nervously and look away from worried eyes,
what
we will see—
what is, is, and it is
just this: the
truth
of blood and flesh we wrestle with:
sheer, brute, singular,
wounded—
ourselves.
(from The Pharos, Spring, 1992)
