mmmxxx

The Con

once upon a time, i was a
con.  nobody seemed to

notice.  this

continued for some time.  the

economic impact was significant.

touching, isn’t it?  i had

chosen the profession of

oncologist, in truth.  but, to 

coin a phrase, tumors

conked me out.  they

knocked me into the

cotton with the

raccoons, a

conch at my ear like a

scone gripped with

conviction into an

uncouth cup of

conciliatory tea.  i,

noncommittally

nocturnal, would later be

uncovered in a

condo in the city of

Stockton (I’d never been), and

pronounced dead

(coincidence?) next to an

untouched tuna

nicoise salad.