Writing from the stemistry lab
Patient
by Christopher Barnes
In the scientist's muscling in, a dose, that is a bond - nevermore sell short the mechanism of assurance. Whatever bloats will. In latexted hands you're treatable. No more pain-drawn dawns, a knock-for-six marrow, blood band eyes. You can be plussed in error corrections uncanny - herky-jerky to look at, mutant as a bluebottle in the Corps de Ballet.