Poetry
Miller, Carol
Carol Miller Hypochondria The instruments intrigue you: cold metal that pries and probes. The bright lights do not 1 righten you, they are like moons, or jolly Gods. You just want "omeone who'll...
...Your visits are very necessary...
...You don't ask much: a couple of taps on the knee, a stethoscope on the breast...
...You ask him to open his mouth and say "Awe...
...Listening to your articulate heart, the doctor writes h'ever on your chart...
...You just want "omeone who'll listen, and touch...
Vol. 117 • July 1990 • No. 13
