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Christina D.

In The Doctor’s Office

My chin is faced up so that I see your face and
My thumbs are pricked cinnamon but yours are white lace
and you’re holding up something that looks a bit sharp
but I trust that whatever you’re thinking about
wouldn’t hurt me
don’t hurt me you know I hate pain
You’re trying to be gentle but it hurts just the same
and I realize my eyes look like they just might spill
but my cheeks are all dry
and my chin is quite still so it’s fine don’t be nervous I won’t go away
you don’t have to keep asking me whether I’ll stay
we’re playing we’re playing
I know we’re just playing
you call it a game so that I don’t mind playing but
I’m cold and my nose is turning rose red so
I don’t mind you touching the base of my neck see
your hands feel so warm they’re really nice hands but they’re filling my mouth
with what feels like wet sand
your face looks so nice when you tell me to swallow
so I will and I won’t go complaining about it
I’ll use a few band-aids with colours and shine and
by tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be feeling all right.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]