i've never
met him, of course,
because he's very busy.
i completely
understand,
but when he writes
me back after i describe
my maladies,
he misspells a few
words
and the page is littered
with typos.
i'm sure he's brilliant.
smart as whip.
i'm sure he's hip to all the latest
developments
in the medical world,
but he can't construct
a legible one paragraph response.
without mangling
the English language.
my throat is red, i write
in the latest communication.
think
peppers, or fire, or a
traffic light.
red like that, i tell him.
if my throat was a physical
destination,
it would be a place called hell.
i can't swallow food, or
drink, even air seems to be
an issue.
i'm waiting.
but i know he's busy.
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