06-16-00
- Your bandaged breasts
- remind me of the baby Jesus
- wrapped in swaddling clothes,
- sent here to redeem the world.
- Except that your breasts
- will eventually be much perkier
- than Jesus ever turned out.
Dana is home from the hospital, mostly intact. I went to see her and she kept me amused with stories about her profuse projectile vomitting, narcotics-induced giggling and hallucinations of dancing rainbow mice, and other post-surgical hijinks. I wish I was allergic to Tylenol too, because she got the REALLY good stuff, and all I got was stupid codeine.
