
Me Going Gone
Published in Impspired Literary Magazine July 2019
Poetry
the doctor scribbles
dictates terms
goes in and out of doors
the man doubts
he checks boxes
he confuses injury for illness
and can’t help connecting
disconnected things
that shouldn’t be connected
everything but this man is made of me
none of the medications
he prescribes are for him at all
and his legs are never hoisted
into stirrups that screech
and scream like our neighbor’s cat, Zoe
who murdered
a baby raccoon on our garbage can
one sticky summer night
this is the sound of me going gone