My Copay Again? Poem by Kewayne Wadley

You'd be the one to fix me
As simple as scrolling my finger
Down a list.
You've prescribed something
For what ails the palpitations
That spike soon as they're in
Your presence.
Without proof of insurance or
Copay.
Most fear that they'd be turned
Around at the door,
Forgetting that they too
Are human.
Classified as high risk
In the consultation of self,
Their pain growing feverish.
Something inside me has transformed
Undergone care
in the sanctity of your practice.
Soon as I see you I am sane
I am at ease.
I am healed soon as I see you