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So lovely
a sink
scale
rolling chairs
a bed
with
paper cover

Oh and
trash receptacles!

The joy
of
waiting

An enclosed room
not
a
window
but
boxes of latex gloves
that
snap
to
like eager soldiers

And the
drawers
with
all those needles

Such a clean floor
can
almost
see myself

White
light
so
very
white

A problem:
I may
be
ill

How
does
it help
to
be surrounded
by
inanimate
equipment
that
look
so spooky

Is this
a
coffin?

There is
no
doctor
nurse
and
yet
I
made
an appointment

“We’ll be right
with
you!”

Oh
Lord
what
if
I
die?

“Clean up
on
aisle
seven!”

Just please
please
don’t
tell
me
the waiting room
is
my
destiny…

This is everyone’s destiny?