Best Intentions

 

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Best Intentions

Doc says I should eat better,
exercise more. I know.
I know.

He asks if I remember
what we talked about
last time.

I scour my crusted memory
but these exams blur
together like a field of pinwheels
in a lightning storm.

I suppose I could drink
a little less, leave the bar
before my Honda carriage
turns back into a pumpkin
but why would I want to outlive
my doctor?

We have a nice arrangement—
I visit every February,
listen to his lecture,
feign concern at numbers—
some too high, some too low,
shake hands after he’s wiped
away the Vaseline.

See you next year.

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6 Responses to Best Intentions

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    “like a field of pinwheels
    in a lightning storm.” Love! Fun and frank poem 😊

  2. writenaked says:

    I feel like this is a bridge to MILKSHAKES AND CHILI DOGS PART DEUX.

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