Bad News

April 16, 2008
By David Blauzvern, Roslyn, NY

First words out of his mouth,
We need to pick up the pace,
It needs to be fixed.
My mom is very worried.
I am going to be sick.

“Again and Again”

I had one and two,
I wondered if we were done.
It is time for three and four,
Again, all eyes facing me
And three months back in the chair.

“The Day”

The light in my face.
They put the masks on their face.
First comes one and two,
Breathe slowly things will go great
Then three, four and I go blank.

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