Why did you feel the need
to proceed with
a Cease and Desist?  Ironic,
was it yes! This I must confess –

I was more afraid of you.
Arriving at Children’s Hospital –
the famous one in Boston,
I waited in a room with picture puzzles and

Dr. Seuss spilled on all the tables. You were
no bigger than most of your captivating
audience, Provost. You took me to
a tiny room. We walked the long hall

of death. I felt high like on **** as we sat
at your desk. You turned to me
with uncertainty. The tics were jumping
in your eyes. My body wet, from the surprise of

a thousand rows of nails giving way to my son’s
squeals of meningitis and the room which he shared with
a brain-tumor youth. But this time it was I, who was
the patient, Dr. Bowtie or shall I say Seuss, Professor Couth?