About Me

A writer trapped in the body of a different writer.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Three Months

"Oh, Joe..." the Junior Varsity doctor exclaimed,

drawing out the "oh" sound in both words,

seriously but quietly, in an awestruck way,

her voice cooing like she was talking to a kitten

and not examining stitches,

inches from my arse.

"It's healed" she said.

"I don't need to see you for three months."

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