At the Cardiologist
I have been to my heart doctor
she noticed I had been smoking and banged a delicate
fist on the table and her stethoscope danced over her
firm breasts, she was furious,
did not listen to my lame excuses that a cigarette
was given to me the day before and polite as I`m
couldn`t say no. She was not mollified.
What do I know perhaps she is worried by her son?
who doesn`t want to be a doctor.?
The tests I had shown no avers affect, she calmed
down and I gave her a copy of my latest book:
“alternative poetry and political opinions.”
I promised to not smoke again and gave her my latest book.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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