SURGERY ON THE SUBWAY
I am the world’s most renowned surgeon. I performed surgery on the subway one day with a dull knife and just a few feet of string borrowed from some bum’s guitar. A guy had lost his hand on the tracks and lucky for him I was there to cut into the wound and to use the guitar string to sew him up. I filled the cut with some whiskey from the flask of a homeless drunkard. I had to promise the man I would refill his flask every night for a week. The guy that had lost his hand was screaming in agony when I showed up. In a matter of seconds he was shaking my hand with his sewed up hand. I have no idea why I am in this hospital. I did not do anything wrong. I just took a few aspirins from a pharmacy. But that’s what doctors do. Doctors have the right to take medicine from any pharmacy because they are doctors. I did not have any change on me to pay for them. But I did not owe them anything. All the lives I saved in my lifetime should be good enough for me to take anything I want when I don’t have any money. It is not like I am a criminal. I am a doctor and that alone should earn me the benefit of the doubt.
Luis was born in Mexico. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. Alternating Current Press/Propaganda Press published my latest chapbook, Songs for Oblivion. Poet's Democracy published my poetry book, Peering into the Sun.