Student Health Building
How confusing your doors are
Is this the entrance?
Fingers upon screen
Front desk person judges me
“Use Q-tips” says sign.
Where is the green hall?
Where is the silver hallway?
Why are they all white?
Corridor stretches
Clinic I want at the end
Must get there in time.
“Just a moment please.”
“Why don’t you take a seat there?”
“We will call you soon.”
How many sick ones
Have sat upon these hard chairs
And left their germs here?
People next to me
Coughing into their hands, No!
Cough into your arm.
If I wasn’t sick
Now I am. Ugh. Ugh. Fuck you.
Get me out of here.
“We’re ready for you.”
Blood pressure check, cuff squeezes
The life out of me.
Now stand on the scale
I should lay off the nachos
And take off my shoes.
Now sit on the bed
Paper sheets rip and crinkle
In comes the doctor.
Ten minutes later
Freedom at last! Free at last!
Now for a shower.
Zoey Michelle Brandt
Second year English major
Hates doctors office.
Inside labor camp
There are no doctor office
Be grateful for health