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If you want a full head of lettuce you have to

stretch out on the gurney. That’s

what she said as she tossed me a johnny.

She said you revert to old habits under stress

so try not to breathe heavy and I promise

not to break anything. At least keep it slow

and steady to minimize the panic. I tried

to smell the coffee. Tried to wake up and go 

to sleep. I didn’t want to fear the vegetables.

I didn’t want that cold hard headwind

dancing on my social media grave.

I wanted a trombone funeral while I still had

the wherewithal to enjoy it. I wanted it

to be a harbinger. I wanted a change. No

more coliform head count. No more believing

I came from the land of blown noses.