10. Waiting Room

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05. 21 (07.24.08)

I've gone through each magazine.

I've read all the articles.

It's time now to move past periodicals.

I shrug my shoulders and stretch my back.

I tap my fingers.

Tap tap tap.

I've memorized each crevice of wallpaper design,

Each color and pattern and every fine line...

The doctor will see me now.

I stand up and brace myself,

Wipe the sweat from my brow.

No matter if unsure or scared,

Although I may be ill-prepared

It's time now to leave the waiting room.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written June 2008.

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