in my crisp, white uniform
and cute little hat
red and gold crosses all around
i stare at my patient
who cannot stare back
his strong, black body
that could easily overpower my tiny frame
even the cold froth seeping over his hard lip
cannot subtract from the boldness of his beautiful visage
i will do my job
i will nurse him
i will consume him
leaving nothing but his memory
in my giddiness
Sunday, May 19, 2013
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