doctor patient relationship

the doctor
lies down beside
me on the examining
table. he says move
over. i'm tired.
i'm sick and tired.
and i look at
him, turning my
head and say,
but what about me,
i'm the patient
here. and he sighs.
i don't care about
you anymore. there
is nothing really
wrong with you
anyway. you're wasting
your money and time
by being here. all
tests are negative.
broken hearts are
a dime a dozen. go
find someone new and
stop whining. you'll
live to be a hundred
if you're unlucky. so
i get up and get
dressed and tell
him thank you. and
what's wrong with
you i ask him before
leaving. and he says
none of your business,
now please turn
the light off before
you leave, i want
to lie here in
the darkness
for awhile.