At the doctor’s office

A poem

Photo by Frederic Köberl on Unsplash

you can hear through the walls
as they share photos of childhood
station wagons. Look at the cartoons

on the exam room wall. Illusions
of grandeur. I could have a research
assistant with that money.

It’s all about trust. They used to trust us,
and what we said used to matter.
I tried to call you but you wouldn’t

take my call. Please reschedule,
we are running behind. Are you ready
Shannon? Let’s go! Finish up

in 60 seconds? Are you ready for the hard
option or the harder option?
What’s the diagnosis?

© Trapper Markelz 2021

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