Some men’s voices rose and fell far away.
Time changed. Time got
stupid and I stood in line with the gobs,
our drawers at our feet
so our cheeks we could pull apart.
One boy’s
hole was plastered
closed with his own dried months of shit,
and the doctor
called a second doctor in
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