Tonsillitis

Five years old.

The surgeon
leaned over me

benign
with his rubber-hosed
death mask.

It smells like an old shoe,
he said,
putting it over my face.

Seeing my tonsils
later
in a steel bed pan,

they looked
like
bloody flowers.

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