the two o'clock appointment

bottled up
they sit in the waiting
room
on plastic chairs,
drinking coffee
browsing
old magazines, home
and garden,
cosmopolitan,
hunting and fishing,
men's health
and shape. psychology today.
some twitch, some have
already
begun to cry,
some have notes in
their hand
documenting the abuses
of husbands, or wives,
parents
long gone. children
and work. everyone there
a little bit
out of their mind.
the place vibrates
with anxiety and pain.
finally the door
swings open
and a woman with owl
glasses
in a grey suit,
looks around the room,
calls out your name.
batter up.