Ode to Peritonsillar Abscess/ Not big enough to drain
March 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
Gargle views show something buoyant as the obstructor, a red bobber stuck to my throat. Sloppy wires of mucus dangle, their elasticity causing a snappy, wet applause when coughing.
The Emergen-c is in one glass, stirred but settling again. Salt water is in another, the clouds hovering on the bottom.
Stray antibiotics from rounds that didn’t work pink up the blister packs of winking foil near the window.
No doctors want to touch me anymore. “We’re busy” they say. “8 am in Yonkers” they quip.
“I’ll be there. Put me down.”