Poemdog

Dogs 2018

SCANNED
(2/28/18)

she hands
me
a clipboard

a novella
of forms

then reaches
beneath
her counter

"drink this"

she says
as she hands
me
a quart
of chalky
liquid

great

I complete
the paperwork

chug
the "milkshake"

return
the collection
to the front
desk

and wait

my favorite
part

just to sit
unmolested
for a time
in a comfortable
space

I think
of people
in prison

those
digging ditches

others
dying
in hospital
beds

reading
the paper
in leisure
seems
a blessing

"Mr. Boll?"

an hour
later
my reverie
is broken

I rise

I follow

"just
down
the hall

to the
left"

I turn
in

see
the machine

a huge
donut
of electronic
wizardry

"please
empty
your pockets
on the counter"

I do
so

"now
lay on the table
feet
toward the machine

lower
your pants
to your
knees"

I'm beginning
to like
this woman

"now I'm
going to inject
some dye
into your vein
for contrast"

maybe
I don't like her
so much
after all

"once
the process
begins
you'll feel
a warmth
at the back
of your
throat

which will
then
travel down
to your private
area"

it's been
a long time
since I've had
anyone cause
any warmth
down there

I'm liking
her
again

she leaves
to enter
the control
room

"are you
comfortable
Patrick?"

she asks
through
a speaker

I'm never
comfortable
when someone uses
my full
first name

but give her
the thumbs up
anyway

the table
moves

I move

the machine
makes
its noises

I am
instructed
to hold my
breath
at times

back
and forth

in
and out

then
I stop

she
returns

"all done
Patrick

you can
pull up
your pants

retrieve
your items

take the
paperwork
back up the hall
to checkout"

I thank
her

I don't
know why

and keep
my wallet
in my hand

begin
to remove
my credit card
as I walk
away

all information
comes
at a cost

the test
was done

now
a different
kind of waiting
began

one
that I didn't
like
near
as much