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In the Waiting Room


by Sara Lelyveld


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

While her lip snaps.
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