Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
In the doctor’s office
Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
a haiku a day 
To some extent, depending on the reason why we’re there and whether or not a terminal diagnosis might be involved, we all feel this way at some time or another.
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I like this – it’s extreme, and made me gasp a little, but very vivid.
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