Dermatology visit. Yes, a poem about body dots! This up-close-and-personal (too personal?!) account is approximately midway through a poem about my first dermatologist appointment. He touches a mole on my neck then dips darting eyes to my chest, to hairy, pigmented spots and rough, pinkish patches. Seborrheic keratosis. Solar lentigo. Normal. No cause for concern. These middle years ...
Anxiety
Chiaroscuro
We paint ourselves into corners, shady, feverish, asphyxiating corners, where we pace and gasp for breath. A single bulb dangles between us. A crumpled map and a pair of glasses drown in a puddle of light on the table. A chair askew between light and shadows, another tipped over backward where it fell, clatter still lingering, temper's testament. (Source: "Chiaroscuro", 40x41: Midlife Crisis ...