doctor's visit

you've resisted
going for so long,
but there you
sit, naked with
a little apron
around you
on a cold examining
table reading
an issue of family
circle from
nineteen ninety eight,
may and the doctor comes
in with a chart
that you filled out.
and the doctor
says, so what's
the problem, what
brings you in here
today. and you say
no reason in
particular. i'm
eating and sleeping
well, everything
seems to be
functioning fine,
i'd just like to be
about twenty
years younger,
you tell him. i'm
losing some lift on
my jump shot, there
has been some hair
loss as you can see,
and i can only go
maybe twice a night,
sometimes only once
if it's someone i've
been dating for
a long time.
and i get indigestion
on occasion
when i eat spicy
food. can you help
me out. he takes
his glasses off
and sighs. what's
wrong with you, he
says, there are
real sick people
out there in that
waiting room who
need me, and you
are sitting here
whining about nothing.
get dressed and
get out of my
office. you will
be charged for
this visit. so, you've
got nothing for
me, you say, but
he's already out
of the room, the
door slamming behind
him. hey, you tried.