I Will Lie to the Doctor
Do they know I invented the world? I wonder as I stare at them
We are all in this waiting room
They probably think I am the same
Nothing could be farther from the truth.
I am an alien, not from a planet, but from middle earth.
A little girl about seven years old coughs.
I give her my mind-meld look.
Her cognition will be disintegrating in a few minutes
Does anyone notice?
Heck no. I am in this together with only one other, my muse.
Trixie asked, “why did you do that?”
I hate her sometimes too
I hate all of these people
And I hate my medications
They take away my mania
I will lie to the doctor
Unless he has a truth ray
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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