The Secret
The doctor’s visit is never routine.
Something is always wrong.
The doctor gives me
a look that says you’re hiding
something.
I wonder if he can see inside my head.
I wonder what he’s seeing there.
Without saying a word,
he lifts my
chin, peers into my eyes.
I feel like a child, like he’s my
father.
I’m sorry, I say.
He pulls the curtain closed and leaves
me alone again.
____ AKSHR
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