The third ophthalmologist was examining me
and I asked him if the sage was necessary
no, he said
but it’s what people usually expect
I’m not most people, I said
I’m not even sure I am a person
but I don’t like that smell
after he opened the window things began to align
this week was full of so many itches, I told him
under and over and across my skin and my brain
this week smelled off
my joints and my feet and my thoughts hurt
my third eye is so tired and
I can’t find my glasses
I see the blockage, he told me
how do I clear it, I asked him
you are it, he told me
do I have to kill myself, I wondered aloud
that won’t fix it, he said
you have to learn to let it pass
that’s all this is to you isn’t it, I spat at him, lowering the gun
just things passing; this, that, everything is now but none of it stays
you are what stays, he said, it all passes, yes, but through you
aren’t there drops or something you can give me?
something to do with chakras?
are there sunglasses I can wear?
drugs?
no, he said
nothing covered by insurance.
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