Found scribbled in blue ink on a napkin in the inside pocket of the coat John Berryman left behind after his last dental appointment before he killed himself:
There were oddnesses, surely. Henry heard clearly in the fluorescent hum & the fluoride bottles a thing sò dolorous, he must sigh, must pause: demur. He has heard, before, Death glib & more, & walking, yes, toward us,
but what of it? --Time is, Bones, to open de mouf & pray. --What God in white coat? I say time is long, two long cats & lazy (preening) on a long sill, window wide, heavy open: that is that.
--Dis buzz like to shake Henry's soul, or at least (supposing) his mind. --Reach deep, then O pleasant doc, and you will, in short time, find surely plaque on my clacking clock, the inevitable caries, wiggling molar.
_________________ oh Lana Turner we love you get up
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