appointment.


20/20


Pink lemonade candy
melting in my mouth
the bitterness of today
won't go away so easily
Dr.'s office waiting rooms
bored people thumbing through magazines
they say the eyes
are the window to the soul
I wonder what she sees in mine
only disease no doubt
something to be fixed,
if not that, managed
there's a person under here
I want to scream
as they request my long list
of drugs taken
or forgotten
as they ask me to identify
nonsense letters
and numbers
as I look up, sideways,
downwards, at her commands
bright light aimed right at me
yes there's a person in here
can you see that?



August 25, 2009
© Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-28 at 08:20

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Rob Graber
Though the desire to be recognized as a person is a well-worn theme, it is treated here with considerable originality and skill; I find the opening four lines especially effective. Definitely a good read!
2009-08-28