Thursday, January 22, 2009

Primary Care

In the winter
Of my discontent
The welfare line forms
Outside the office

And I
The phony banker
Dispense phony treatment
Like monopoly
Money

In exchange
For the incoherent mass
Of unsatisfying
Nonsensical
Symptoms

Fatigue
Light headedness
Numbness and tingling
And then
You

Abdominal pain
Without vagaries
The belly jumps
With my slightest
Touch

A keeper
IV's
A CT
Antibiotics

Satisfaction...
However
Ultimately eludes me
On the eaves
Of the Scalpel's
Sharp Tongue


From the chapbook Primary Care, The Lives You Touch Publications

1 comment:

Toni Brayer MD said...

Fantastic poem and it really captures primary care. "a keeper" Thanks