Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Clinic

When I enter the room
with my huge keys dangling
in my recognizable uniform,
I see him sitting there.

I say I want to help you.
I take the "help" by the
hilt and slash him. He is
agog, repeating only "I" and "I".

The "we" falls from his face.
The "you" is long lost.
He and I exchange stares.
Mine wins..

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