a withered surgeon stumbles back from a long day of discretion
his whole body wrung clean
like a dishtowel after the sink has been emptied
all awake with nothing but ears to listen
he collapses into his loveseat

a thin mist begins to condense, inviting the night to unwind
alone under the porch light, his jacket produces a cigarette
the backyard quietly admits a firefly
the two lock eyes and glow for several moments in turn
blithely acknowledging their distaste for the situation at hand

meanwhile in Switzerland, a faceless hand caresses her flawless breast
as she discovers pleasures unfathomable to the learned man


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