on the papered chair,
awaiting
the doctor,
i see my reflection in
the mirror
over the sink.
i'm older by at least
thirty or forty years
than the
young doctor who will
be coming in
soon, with a stethoscope
around his neck.
a chart in hand
of who i am.
he's gentle
and kind with me, thinking
wrongly that
i am old now.
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