excerpt from
the big sigh
laurie calhoun
I remember how relieved he was...
He gazed at me not with interest,
but out of gratitude
and yes, it was relief.
He must have thought
that the others would be happy too,
now that a diagnosis of the disease
had been found.
He forgot that they never wanted a cure.
They prefer the way things are:
false and ugly but apparently
nice and secure.
They donšt like being harasses,
least of all with embarassingly obvious
truths.
