Going To the Doctors
Do not bring me to doctors’ appointments
unless you want me to tell the truth.
“I always wear my seatbelt,” you say.
“That is a lie,” I correct you.
“I threw away those pills,” you say.
“He took two of them yesterday,” I tell the nurse.
The nurse looks like she is going to cry.
This is about the eighth question,
and they have all gone the same way.
“I think I’ll wait outside in the waiting room,” I say.
If he wants to get medications based on lies,
is it really any of my business?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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