Latex gloves snap against his wrists–

the doctor is in. 

He’s tossing pills out from his sleeves

and I don’t like the way they feel

the dinosaur he rides upon

is licking at my heel.

The nurse is smiling in the corner

from underneath a mushroom beret.

I’d like to leave, but

he’s telling me I’m sick, and thinks it’s better if I stay.

He smells of sewage, and his mustache 

keeps on tickling my ear.

I think that he’s been crawling through

the pipes of every resident that’s near.

Hayden Corwin is a writer living in New Orleans. He is a recent graduate of Loyola University New Orleans with a BA in English (creative writing). Follow him on Twitter @HaydenCorwin.