Katrina Guarascio’s most recent poem to appear here was Thank You (August 2011).
The Doctor
By Katrina Guarascio
By Katrina Guarascio
Go to the doctor.
He says he won’t; no use.
He is already broken,
already dead.
He doesn’t need a doctor
to say it.
He doesn’t need confirmation.
I try to convince him
the doctor can help.
Heal your migraines,
stop your nightmares,
repair the bones,
relieve the pain.
He says no; it’s no use.
He is already damaged,
already rotting.
I say,
do it for me, if not for yourself.
Think of me, not of yourself.
His sideways glance meets my eyes.
He smiles,
pats my hand,
kisses my forehead,
and says
tomorrow;
I will call tomorrow.
Soooooooo heartbreaking.
How poignant. A lot of us can relate to this.
Beautiful.