Comments about Gina Teel
At The Infusion Center
On the days I sit among them
Tubes dripping poison through our veins,
I make communion with these faces
As my potent cocktail slowly drains.
What a rare circus to join
Each silence shelters fear, it moves behind the eyes.
All the fatal, ungodly juices
are salvation in disguise.
And yet we do not speak of it,
Only pass the time. Only pass the time.
We pretend calm, smile at the nurses,
Pick at cardboard boxed lunches,
Breaking bread together.
Each acting as though our union
Is as innocuous
As talk about the weather.
There is a...