Diagnosis vs. Autopsy

I would like a diagnosis before its time for an autopsy.

I send my self to the repair shop, over and over again.


I recall in the Fall when the crackling was so severe in my head, I kept imagining a little monster in there eating my nerves and tissue.

I thought, well what I really need is Dr. G. that awesome Discovery Channel medical examiner.

But she only diagnoses dead people,
So there was a logistical problem.

Today my ears ring like a bell.
Can you hear them?

Will I haunt the halls of medicine, always looking for an answer.
How far will I get in my lifetime?

Today we are off to a museum. Not just art for art’s sake.
There is medicine in art.


(March 27th, door to the Frick)