“to watch someone fall” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Monday June 6, 2016
5 minutes
Poetry Is Dead Magazine
Issue 01 Volume 05

The chair is sticky, like someone who sat on it might’ve just been eating ice cream cones or something. It’s so hot outside, everyone in the waiting room is wearing next to nothing. The air conditioning is cranked high, so high that my teeth are chattering. So are the woman who sits across from me. Her hair in tight corn-rows, she pops gum and reads The Scientific American. They don’t call my name until I’m almost an ice block and then they do and everything happens at once and I wonder if I’m doing the right thing and if I should’ve talked to Dan or my Mom or anyone at all.