Benadryl

Doctor's office across Mary's Avenue

I sit cautiously and wish I could look at

A semblance of a view

Why don't they have any windows here?

Would it kill them to have something without a gray hue?

If this is where the dyin' go, then

Perhaps they need to fit the dyin' mood

And it's no use

Every part of this becomes a new nightmare

I lie flat on the table

And make a joke about the clump of hair

That falls out of my scalp

But I cannot remember it now

I make the best of what became a bad deal

I talk shit with the nurses and

Clock out hard on IV Benadryl

Can't be scared when you're asleep

And for the first of the six weeks

I felt like I could barely speak

What would I say

Anyway?

I try to see the finished route

But the light at the end keeps getting further out

But once again it flickers and blinks

Just enough for me to get through it again

Another day

Another pain

But at the end of it, I think I'll be okay