Bonus Track: Doctor’s Office

I’m feeling generous today, so I am posting another poem for you to listen to and read. This is an older poem; a few months old. I wrote it after I went to the doctor.
Doctor’s Office

The way you touch
My flower petal skin

Like a hammer smashing a teacup
And an inconsiderate stomp
Upon specks of fresh clover

Gets me tangled
In a sea

Of how impolite
People can be

While sitting in a waiting room.

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