Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Turd Poem/ Waiting Room Sonnet

Spent the day at the free clinic reading

Hannah Weiner’s Clairvoyant Journal

Sweaty and freezing no makeup

Plastic chairs and hard slat benches.

Wait to wait to wait then prescribed vitamins.

Camaraderie in the waiting room—we’re all in it

Together, I guess—then we’re told we look

like movie stars in a movie with a forgotten title

with a ’57 Chevy soft-top.



Aaron’s nametag says “Rex” and my imported library

Book is borrowed from the University

of Chicago. Everyone keeps calling Aaron

“Rex” and I make a joke about a new nametag—

“Oedipus”—and immediately regret it. He gets it.

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