poem: doctors appointment

(115 words) 20 Jun 2018

by S.R.A. Markin

i wipe the rain from off my glasses
rubbing in the smudge from my face until it is gone
i sit in the back of the doctor’s waiting room
i had to update my address; it has been so long
mom used to take me here for ear infections and check-ups
i remember once running away because the doctor had to touch me
mom still frequents the doctor’s office
i sit alone
with Bukowski in my bag
a journal and a pen
and an egg bagel that soaks through the plastic wrap
the smudge on my lens, bothers me
the news playing, bothers me
but no one talks to me
and that bothers me.

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