Calendar Cubes. a poem by Joan Mazza

Calendar Cubes We sat together, two numbers facing out, changed each day on that doctor’s desk for years. Remove us from our slanted seat, note we were one of many freebies by a company who manufactures Norpramin® so doctors might write more prescriptions. We, like our siblings, remained on desks and bookshelves, listened to distraughtContinue reading “Calendar Cubes. a poem by Joan Mazza”