The title <i>Little Pharma</i> is both a doppelgänger and a <i>cri de coeur</i>: as the poet's dreamlike double, the character Little Pharma navigates the murky channels of the hospital and clinic, the borderlands of the living and the dead, and the journey from novice to healer. At the same time, the poems plead for a return to a littler pharma, a space for stolen intimacy and momentary quiet amid the impersonal and engulfing chill that floods the anatomical theater and the corridors of illness. <i>Little Pharma</i> is a Dantean journey from the depths of an institution, and of a pervading personal dread, to a renewed celebration of human contact, the body, and the giddy, terrifying excitement of ongoing life.<br><br><br><b>Excerpt from "Intensive Care" </b><br><br>Doctor, I don my day-face<br><br>like a net of cathodes, drained<br>of all irruption, non-particular.<br><br>Whose mask and sign<br>is Sun. Enter this sickroom<br><br>bugged with surging pentecosts of light,<br>the green tracings<br><br>of the representative heart.<br>Permit now its miraculous whim.