The Art Of... Poem by victoria martinez

The art of defining your life
A few simple gestures
A small note pad, a tilt of the head
Same questions but, never repeated twice
Same look, but means something different each time
Same stories with different people
Same label just another face
You’re all crazy we just meet on different days
I’ve heard it all so none of it is strange
I’ve lived some of it so yes, I can relate
Yes, I see your tears
Yes, it’s still the same price
No, we aren’t friends you’re paying me for my time
No, I don’t think you’re going to kill yourself
Please, don’t question me with why
My job is only to define your life
We only have an hour and the clock is ticking by
Yes, we can continue, next Tuesday is fine
Oh, the notepad? No no, this is mine
Oh you wonder what it says
It’s just a grocery list it holds no secrets to life
What did you say? A waste of time?
Well, now there’s something we agree on
But, trust me when you leave
I know you’ll take a right
See Julie and reschedule another time
Because your label is dependent
And for some reason you think I have all the answers
Go for now the clock has ticked your time
Next patient please?
Another hour of wasted well paid time