​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