By Gina Dawson
one eye casts a glance
nervously around the
crowded waiting room.
Sighing in a fool's breath
the constant chattering
in the enormous fish bowl
that divides and separates.
A sharp intake of smoke,
then let out in a full
blast of mad bull exhaust
aimed squarely at no one.
Channeling all my indirect
hostilities at the squares,
I smuggly walk out of the room
head held high and proud.
