I was shopping for Dean's birthday present and took a detour into Barnes & Noble and saw this new book of poems, and opened to this poem. I bought the book on the spot.

Water Cure

Before drowning, after the gasp
when firefly lights pop and sputter
around the prisoner's eyes:
this is the line to recognize.
The manual recommends a pause
to let the man confess.
If there is no water and you must press on,
then strip him naked. After the shock,
watch him watch the fake-out clock and realize
the hours are yours to stretch against him.
Shock, or better, dunk again.
Try self-inflicted pain.


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And what did I get Dean for his birthday?
Well, that is a surprise.
Let's just say it involves sugar, cream and time.

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