Primary Care
Our first visit nearly brings you to tears. I hand you a diabetes diagnosis. One full point too high on one blood test, and now the concept you had of your health is overturned.
When am I?
When am I alive? The ink line separating me from my mother Smudged by nature’s thumb
The Visitor
Sorry, you can’t hang your hat here. So please, hold on to your headwear.
Grief
I stumble into the room, fumbling over sensible greetings
Everything I Ever Hoped For
Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for
Tinderdating
Swipe, swipe, left-right, swipe, This one, that one, they’re all hype.
Liminal
We speak gently Into liminal space We all see the faint flame, the wick in shallow wax
First patient
Shelter clinic opens every Thursday at six, First time seeing a “real” patient, I’m waiting at the door.
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