on Amazon
and order up a bunch of red-light therapy
wraps
and gizmos
to stick up
my nose, put around my knees
and elbow.
i'm drinking
the red-light therapy kool aid.
i call
up my doctor,
to ask him if it's a good thing to do.
he says,
who is this,
do i know you?
i give him my nine-digit insurance
card number.
oh yes,
he says. you again.
sure, red-light therapy. give it
a shot.
you've tried everything
else to breathe
again.
everything but voodoo.
why not.
let me know what happens.
gotta go.
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