Did you know my doctor has no teeth
and smokes
in the patient lounge? You can never trust
a guy like that
(the things I could tell you)

and who is the little girl in the photo you sent? Did

you make that blanket for me?
It’s spectacular and
I won’t let anyone touch it.

This place smells bad

and I can’t have coffee. It’s a hellhole.
No joke.

I wanted the vanilla ice cream
they gave everyone but me
because I told that shrieking bitch
to shut the fuck up.

They tied me to my chair
and left me
at the nurse’s station

all day long.

They took my blood even after I said no.
There is never enough food.
These people are crazy,
you can hear for yourself.

I was the boss, remember?
Who was your mother, again?

I can hardly hear you.
Don’t tell me you’re far away, come pick me up.

I want
to go home.

We’re trying to do something here
but he won’t bring me my clothes.
I promise I’ll be good.
(I’m always so cold.)

Who are you, again? I can’t hear you.
Tell that screaming bitch to
shut the fuck up.

Image credit:Anthony Tran

Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest.  Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.