Ad libitum, indeed. Aubrey would eat it up?
Five Years Ago You'd Be Dead
Jack Coulehan
Ann Intern Med. 2016;164(9):632. doi:10.7326/M16-0330
http://annals.org.sci-hub.cc/article.aspx?articleid=2518315
My doctor rides on the shoulders
of magnets and molecules, perched
like a Hindu prince on an elephant,
secure in believing my malicious
invader, fatal then, will now succumb
to reason. His confidence predicting
the past unnerves me. Should I be
overjoyed to learn how accidental
my fragile thread's endurance is?
These days, he tells me, the tumor
is hardly worse than a winter cold,
a week of summer insomnia,
or a busted sparkplug. I'd like to slip
the illusion into my breast pocket
and keep it close for ten years.