In the Waiting Room

She sits and waits

On a chair that is hard

With a neck that hurts

And an eyeball that stings.

She sits

So stiff

On a chair that is hard

With a neck that hurts

And an eyeball that stings.

She sits

And the hand on her lap

Has a joint that cracks

With a neck that hurts

And an eyeball that stings.

She waits

On a chair with a leg that creeks

And the hand on her lap

Has a joint that cracks

As the knuckle snaps

With a neck that hurts

And an eyeball that stings.

She waits in the room

And the vent to her left

Has a motor that raps

As the TV hums