Somewhere with wildflowers
and birds who are alive.
Not sitting here in a quasi-comfortable chair, smelling sanitizers through my mask,
looking at the ugly floor & my phone.
I attempt politeness when the doctor comes in
and tells me the test results are normal.
It's not his fault
I am frustrated,
Or that so many previous doctors have been unhelpful jerks for the last 30 odd years.
I carry all this with me, plus this disease no one understands.
No wonder I'm beyond exhausted.
