The Condition

A Doctor talks about my condition as if reading a textbook in his head. He even pauses like he is turning a page. There is a large black fly that keeps bouncing off the clinics window. I 'm distracted, its head must be hard, its eyes must be crystal. Thump buz, thump buzz, thump buzzz. I have a headache. My own eyes are kind of compound mostly I see in facets, even sand is prismatic to me. The Doctor has stopped talking, he is looking at me, wondering why I have no questions. After an awkward pause: "You do understand this condition will worsen?" The fly keeps bashing it head against the glass. Thump buz.... thump buzz....thump buzzz.... Obviously, it wants in. Now we are both staring at the crazy fly. A humid silence bounces around in my head. My butt is beginning to sweat on the plastic chair, soon I might, ever so slightly, purse my lips and buzz off.