fogs my mind like chemo,
sweaty palms and a dry mouth,
linger throughout the day;
gentle repercussion of my initial
thoughts glide in and out of
my blurry consciousness;
my eyes refocus . . .
and refocus . . .
a steady tone blocks my hearing
and all I can think about
are bananas on the countertop.
4-28-11
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