Clinic
I opened a workshop of living
it takes care of the city's sorrows,
makes you tear up traffic tickets,
miss appointments,
climb a tree and curse authority.
Just yesterday an old lady came.
She suffers from not knowing
how to be a girl anymore.
She's there,
smiling and sitting on the floor,
she has a cane in her lap
and in her rheumatic hands
a beautiful rag doll.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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