It wasn’t great strapped squirming in the dim
room one eye iced and punctured drained by a
third lasered from inside while I tried to
stifle my many moans and failed and told
the next day it didn’t work. So more prods.
More piercings. The remaining jelly
sucked out. But the drugs were quite good and
could have made much more much more pleasant
and once through rain finally home for
a selfie I try to mold a
miniature Mr. Joyce, with
an eye shield taped to this wan cheek
before the chemicals snuck off to leave
me stuck on this cheap chair with months of night
other animals 