This Thing
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I'm alone, at first, in what they want to call a waiting room.
Well, at least I have a TV.
But it's so loud, and there's no remote and I can't turn it down.
All I really want is to think.
I want to think about this for the last time.
I want to be sure I should be doing this.
I want to want this thing that is inside me.
I want to get up and leave and never come back.
Oh dear God, I want to get this over with.
Another woman walks in, and sits beside me in this makeshift room.
Like me she is wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and a gown.
We don't speak at first.
We're too busy looking each other up and down.
And then she does this thing that makes me want to cry.
She says, "This your first time, honey? You don't look like you belong".
And of course she's so right.
But I wish somehow that I could tell her she's wrong.
This thing that has happened, it's so wrong.
To think it just happened one night.
So I tell her, and she's nodding her head.
She looks at me with sympathy.
She says, "41 and it's your first time...
...my oh my, you poor thing."
Then she turns to the TV and says, "I can't hear it, is there a remote?"
She finds it and turns The Judge up louder, while my words get stuck in my throat.
And I don't say anything.
I just think about this whole thing.
Then the nurse calls my name, and I'm gone.
This thing is gone.
And here I am a year later, still trying to think that this thing was all wrong.
A year later, and I still hope that getting rid of this thing wasn't wrong.
A year later, and I know that I'll forever be singing this song.
Was I wrong?
Well, at least I have a TV.
But it's so loud, and there's no remote and I can't turn it down.
All I really want is to think.
I want to think about this for the last time.
I want to be sure I should be doing this.
I want to want this thing that is inside me.
I want to get up and leave and never come back.
Oh dear God, I want to get this over with.
Another woman walks in, and sits beside me in this makeshift room.
Like me she is wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and a gown.
We don't speak at first.
We're too busy looking each other up and down.
And then she does this thing that makes me want to cry.
She says, "This your first time, honey? You don't look like you belong".
And of course she's so right.
But I wish somehow that I could tell her she's wrong.
This thing that has happened, it's so wrong.
To think it just happened one night.
So I tell her, and she's nodding her head.
She looks at me with sympathy.
She says, "41 and it's your first time...
...my oh my, you poor thing."
Then she turns to the TV and says, "I can't hear it, is there a remote?"
She finds it and turns The Judge up louder, while my words get stuck in my throat.
And I don't say anything.
I just think about this whole thing.
Then the nurse calls my name, and I'm gone.
This thing is gone.
And here I am a year later, still trying to think that this thing was all wrong.
A year later, and I still hope that getting rid of this thing wasn't wrong.
A year later, and I know that I'll forever be singing this song.
Was I wrong?
Feels Good Inc.
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Mea Culpa. I have posted the same poem twice, give or take an edit or two.
I hope it isn't an omen.