Traveling tunnels of freeways to destinations of
medical appointments necessary to health and well-
being of individuals.
Coasting along well-worn lines of white, thinking
of what is about to commence in exam rooms minutes
from now.
Blood pressure rising as stress of the unknown
grates against our minds, tightening our nerves,
boosting our levels of stress above and beyond
their circumference.
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