Friday, June 19, 2009

Thursday's daily poem (6/18/09)

Diagnosis

Clinical is a hard word,
dull green walls, dropped ceiling,
recessed lights.

You have to be distracted
by the sound of cars out on the street,
because you need something

to remind you it's only one word—
that you don't have to hear it forever.
You think, Maybe tomorrow I’ll get dressed.

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