The doctors

He sits on the table
The man shakes his hand and says
You’re in good hands today

She quiet with fingers crossed counting the sleep she’s lost
She thinks this could be the last time
She’s waiting

So soft and easily they cut an opening
Tearing the bad things right out
They are watch dogs

Barking at black spots
Moving quiet in the night
While he’s waiting

Fluorescent Light fell on our faces
In the waiting room empty of patience
And you left your daughters all three full of desires
And there is only so much I can do
There was only so much we could do

She speaks of gabardine
I am inheriting
All these greens and blues
Will she visit me
When I’m fast asleep will she speak at all?
When I’m waiting?