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