How many more IV's, pictures, or how much
more
blood drawn from my thin-skinned arms before
they decide
the time I have left according to their rock-
solid
results, printed out as if I were a stock car
jockey,
and they're counting the runs I have left
on the track
before I'm dropped by sponsors, big guys
with money.
Ronald Moran has poems in current or forthcoming issues of Asheville Poetry Review, Southern Poetry Review, and Tar River Poetry. In March he was inducted into Clemson University’s CAAH Hall of Fame.
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