Triple Portrait

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 Painting adapting a photo in a pharmaceutical ad

It swirls

around him, weighs

upon his brain, squashes

hope, psychic tumor grows

like a ball of string tied

in a thousand knots,

wound by wounds,

no single catastrophe,

but wave upon wave

wearing into his soul–

no pill for this picture

 

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