to work
today, i tell the woman lying beside,
Jill, i think,
is her name.
but you're a doctor,
a renowned brain surgeon,
she says,
people are depending on you.
you told me
you had seven lobotomies
on schedule.
ahhh, they can
wait.
what's one more day to a crazy
person.
and what about you?
i ask her.
what time do you start your
shift at I-hop?
seven a.m., she says,
putting on her pink uniform
and black apron.
and i'm late.
it's strawberry with whipped
cream
pancakes today,
the place will be mobbed.
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