Sunday Afternoon Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Don't talk to me about your pain;
personally too familiar -
no sorrows, cheating, broken hearts,
cop arrests, work related enigma,
solitude, vaporized state of being.

I'd rather us take a lazy walk,
lay on the grass,
take turns digging the Fritos
and discuss about the grackles'
personal lives.

A patient can't be another patient's doctor
but there is something
about those feathered creatures
that stops me
from thinking too much.