goes in
then out
of the alcohol swabbed
spot on your upper
left arm.
you hardly have time to flirt
with the nurse
in her blue scrubs
masked
and having none of it.
you can go now,
she says.
it's over, we're done here.
follow the green
arrows out the door.
but what about us,
i ask her rubbing my arm.
i thought we had something
here. something
that might lead to love
ever lasting.
psychiatry is on the fourth
floor she says,
take the elevator
on your right as as
security leads you out.
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