Verse:
Galvin, Martin
Martin Garvin Eating Around the Gizzards Not even sick, I fall to chicken soup in the kitchen where I sometimes live. The broth is thick with cures, C's of corpuscular celery, noodles to whiten...
...The broth is thick with cures, C's of corpuscular celery, noodles to whiten the jaundiced eye, onions meant to strengthen breath...
...Odd bits of chicken check everything from rickets to sclerosis...
...I am sure I have never had.had...
...Those I eat around and around until they are alone, staring up from the slicked bowl as sad and reproachful as old diseases I think I am well rid of...
...I eat it all, spoon it in like penicillin, castor oil, Carter's Little Liver Pills, all into my mouth and down the gullet like heaven's medicine, all except the gizzards that lump the bottom of the dish like sunken lungs or fallen angels' wings...
Vol. 110 • March 1983 • No. 6
