A simple, honest, breath-taking poetic narrative of a life unfolding.
I have several appointments coming up
to fix or at least get a diagnosis on
my teeth, my mind, my cunt
I tell the intake lady for psychotherapy
that I have a history of addiction
and trauma from a relationship
and a forced abortion
and that I currently can’t figure out
whether or not I’m pregnant
“Ok,” she tells me, “you’re at the top of the list.
We’ll bump another appointment if we have to,
to get you in.”
I think, Well, this is unfortunate
it’s been so many smooth years
since I accepted special treatment.
I just say, “Yeah, ok, thanks.”