Clinical smells
Polite strangers
The only thing worse
Than being here
Is to not be able

The E’s squeak by
The I’s are too excited
The U’s come after Q
But the A’s and the O’s
They flow

Apathy and incompetence
In healthcare
A fax they didn’t send
Prescriptions delayed
Labs to do again

By nature high-strung
But I thought I was strong
If not physically, emotionally
For things to roll off my back
Be mature and take the high road

The ugliest shade
Of green
We envy
The car
The job

I need to tell you
How to survive
With our disposition
It’s okay to cry
Maybe

Would I rather be
A younger me?
More productive
Stronger
Would i have to give up

¿Te fue mal el día?
Me va mal también a mi
Dos vidas entretejidas
Irrevocablemente
Te cargo a ti encima

Down to earth
I am but of dust
Dust particles
I see floating in the air
Carbon molecules

No hay nada más sincero
Que un regalo
Inesperado
Una carta
Un chocolate