I’m poeming this poem  from a forest-boreal  transition zone  anticipating intense  public reaction  to my poem against the bony mets  that XXXX up my posture & infiltrate our nat’l backbone  its prostate biopsy analogy lost/inapparent in the sagamore gloam this spine unresponsive  to the pre-patent analog  that is my poem   by Maureen Miller doctorwritermaureenmiller.tumblr.com [This […]