appointment

I didn't realise it would be too bright for you my dear,

I had suspected, that I was addicted to the light

To the wide white window frames

and the tall white walls

but the ultra white light bothered you

and made you feel quite sick.

Letting you in for the first time

soon turned ill -

there in my bright white surgery lab

was a clinical spirit not ready to be murky

well not here, not in these clean waters

and yet

the ambiguity of our tidy white faces

led somewhere, somehow

a weed to grow

or to sprout out immediately,

but die ever so instantly afterwards

and then there were the white beans boiling

and you said you wouldn't eat my shit

and then there were your other appointments pending

and you said, you wouldn't step outside with me

until I washed my face

and so, up in my house clothes

and made myself up

to leave by your side...

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you come in this way? (do you, do you dear?)

But isn't this an entrance for the servants?


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