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That Is My Psychological Diagnosis

Skin pale white,
her hospital gown,
a moth filled wedding dress.
straps and shackles tie her down 
like a corset;
more buckles and ties than Harry Houdini.
she frantically turns
toward the door
like a two year old 
throwing a temper tantrum,
her hands wrapped around her body,
hugging her own hips.
Fingernails cut down to the cuticle 
just in case she had any ideas.
Dirty blonde hair becoming static
as if she rubbed a balloon on her scalp
a head of tranquility, restless hair from sex.
Panting,
like a winded dog chasing its ball,
Her lips caught me off guard,
They were blue, not like 
the cold midnight sky,	
but a body  
bound for hypothermia
longing for freedom from restraint.

That is my psychological diagnosis

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It wasn’t until this evening while I was sitting
in the hospital lobby watching blood pour from
underneath my chair from the women behind me
waiting for my name to be murmured over the loud speaker
that I witnessed the depths our society is willing to go.

Directly across from me was Gertrude, I don’t think
that was her real name, but that’s what I called her Cyclops pouch
that was playing peek-a-boo with the 5 month old child bouncing
on her knee. The mother’s arms (if you could call her that) were
as holy as a tree after a woodpecker has established residency
and as blue as the vessels that carry blood to her heart. Maybe
the doctors will show her how to properly insert a needle when
she goes behind the curtain wall.

To my left were the Espinoza’s, a family of five,
maybe six, there was a boy playing in the parking garage by a van
with a rock, he was waving it around like a wand.
The wife was the one having problems, she does not remember
them, even if she did, she couldn’t say them.
It was as if I was watching a 2 year old communicate with no teeth desperately trying to
pronounce words that start with “S” or “F”
At least she was trying.
They couldn’t find their insurance card, she couldn’t
remember where she put it. She looked at her translator for assistance but
he was to busy rocking their child to sleep.

In the corner were the Muses, it did not seem like there was
anything wrong, as if their son or daughter dropped them off
hoping for something to happen to inherit the family fortune.
I think they were really there to oversee the moral of the lobby, contracted out by the hospital staff to amuse
and entertain frustrated numbers,
because that’s all we are, numbers on a chart board, names on a wristband, like cattle tagged by the ear.
Jean was the older one; she had toes like crochet hooks, crossing over and looped,
Gladdys was younger, wearing a green jumpsuit with a gold Greek Key belt,
she looked like a dried out Christmas tree on the street leaning beside the trash cans after New Years.

It was in the corner of my eye that I saw
a sheer bit of hope for our World. Jean leaned over to the father,
slipped money between the paint on his hands
and the babies bottom and said,
You have a beautiful family.

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Aunt Pizza

This morning, 
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.

In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between 
pepperoni and assorted 
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.

My tweezers clinched 
between thorax and abdomen, 
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters 
from the syringe to
drown his insides.

His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt

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Forty Six Dollars

It was the second Saturday of the month
In the afternoon, before lunch, we made love
It has become our ceremonial sacrament.
I entered her, and I thought, 
Does she feel anything?
Beyond my curiosity, it was nice
An out of body experience
Propelling forward
Drawing back
Impaling her like 
A surgeon engraves a patient
Making his mark
Just as I made mine.
So many Saturdays
Stealing the purity from 
The marriage bed
Attempting to not make evidence
I mounted her
straddling her thighs 
Looking at the family photo above the bed
Her horizontal skin adhering to mine 
It is odd that I felt this way for her
As I laid on top of her
Ears rubbing 
Necks caressing
Bodies uniquely intertwining
like octopuses
fighting over the same boat
We had to stop.
As I quietly left, tucking her under the covers
Leaving my forty-six dollars and fifty-eight cents
On the kitchen counter
for my services and
fresh box of condoms,
Placing the cum filled contraceptive 
in her husbands slippers
Knowing he comes home from work tired;
hopefully as tired as I made his wife.

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Hummingbird

When I was young,
I was special,
not special in a good way.
always late everywhere,
always stuck in my world.
I could look at things
in the courtyard,
in the streets for hours.
lines would run 
along each leaf, 
or brick in the path.
Sometimes, I thought 
there were voices, 
not ones that would help 
me save the world, 
jumping building to building,
but two ants playing 
tug-o-war over one twig, 
hummingbird,
hovering in suspended time.
Some parents might worry,
ask Physicians to prescribe 
new medication, untested,
but my mother said no. 
She bought me a camera,
I shot things instead 
of looking.

Best Poems Written by Parker Daniells

That Is My Psychological Diagnosis

Legs Tied With Zip-Ties

A Father's Influence

The Soaring Ladybug

You Make Beautiful Things

Figuratively Speaking

There Was Six

Aunt Pizza

Forty Six Dollars

Hummingbird