I roll in with my number,
a sterile strip of paper—
a tiny dose of patience,
administered in crowded chairs.
The cough of printers echoes,
sniffles in fluorescent light,
and strangers’ sighs ripple
like germs through the air.
A clerk’s pen pricks my paperwork,
a vaccine of bureaucratic dread,
and I leave with immunity
to small talk, waiting, and lines.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just another visit to the DMV
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And what one doesn't know is the complications that could come from such a vacine. A good write
Have not the slightest idea what DMV stands for, but have a notion that the flu is one of them metaphors they use round here...😜
The DMV is the Department of Motor Vehicles where people wait in line to get their drivers licenses, register their vehicles, etc.
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