I'm to expect
progress
with these pills.
Delete
two hours
of life.
Succumb.
In earnest,
the question had been,
"Would it be better
to find something
wrong on the test,
or not?"
Irrelevant now
because nothing
was found.
But now
nothing to point to.
Instead
a trial.
I've lost weight.
Six pounds
in a month.
What
no chocolate
does
to a man.
My bread
at least
is getting quite good.
I think
perhaps
I am the highest baker
in America.
I made my first
by touch
loaf
this week.
I love seeing
it rise.
Alive
and promising
to heal me,
or at least
to try.
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