waiting room
By Carlos Lumbre

this morning I was alone

waiting at the urologist’s

and I happened to notice

I’ve always been alone

[and nobody noticed]

and I thought about friends

who think like nuns

and have never given their shoe size

walking into a sauna

[and nobody noticed]

I thought about the books

about Maurice in the boathouse

and people changing

their minds

[and nobody noticed]

and then my name was called

and I noticed