the girl in the ice cream
shop sees the two of you come in.
she gasps, staring at your
splattered clothes and faces,
hats and hands.
the red brown stain
of the house you worked
on everywhere upon your body.
she asks if you had been working
outside, and you say no,
we're surgeons, what you see
is blood from a surgery
gone bad. but the patient lived.
this man to my right is my assistant.
dr. jake. we both would like
a double scoop of mint
chocolate chip, please, stat,
in sugar cones. to which
she replies, right away
doctor, right away.
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