It fell out of his mouth and into my lap.
I held it in my hands,
curious about its savage familiarity,
caressing its harsh edges.
The room beat like a brain
under a blinding light.
He wore a striped tie with a checked shirt
beneath a stethoscope.
He closed my file
and extended his right hand.
which I grasped with thanks.
I didn't know if I was coming or going.
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