Fireface
Dusty counter tops, water bottles with pink juice, nails
Tap on the counter next to a Post-It
X-Ray technician did not eat “my beef”
Not enough time, she said, hot pink fireface
Outside the sun shines inside where we all
Wait, where did I set my glasses, next to white lady
White hair, slouched, staring, white coat, ghost lady
Technician paces to and fro, “not clocked in yet”
Lady takes me back, “have it so hard”, robe fluffs out
I imagine taking a nap on the floor, tired from exams
While fireface flaps fervently, “I take care of you”
Hip hikes high, ouch, snap, “they schedule every five minutes”
Under the robe half shaven thighs stand firm, no
Words are spoken my eyes focus on the steel bar
“Five minutes too close”, turn, pigeon toe, hold hold
Done. Time to move across the hall.
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