I went in for an operation
Can’t wait any longer, they said
Just has to come out

Logic whispered in my fevered ear even as
Terror turned the walls white
I yielded to an equation

my body = their agenda = my best interests

I was taken and spoken nicely to
That’s their job, after all
This passing kindness

I was soothed while the needle was given
To relax me and prepare me for the…