A simple, honest, breath-taking poetic narrative of a life unfolding.

An anonymous collective of poetry

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.”

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

2 thoughts on “Intake”

  1. For so many for so long, the invisability became norm. This poem is a good example of life regurgitating before others, in their heart and vision.


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