The doctor mumbled things about my kidneys,
and looked away. I pitied this MD.
For life to me had burst its inhibitions,
and now flowed heatedly and easily.
Diploma on the wall. MD. His awkward silence.
Hand scribbling out a slanting recipe.
While I’m astonished by this easy lightness –
so easy had the news turned out to be!
What happened to the demons that beset me?
I’m breathing easily, not like before.
I’ll go and let them have some blood for testing,
and give a bit more blood to sign this poem.