11/22/2019 0 Comments AMERICA'S LONELIEST WEEKSAMIRA SADEQUEI know the shoe color and size of
every person dreading thanksgiving Here outside Dr. M’s office many of us are waitlists, we don’t look up and stare our emptiness into each others’ eyes. “In session” is code for please don’t look, i am here with you, we’re in this together, but my hands aren’t yet ready to wrap around yours Here in this office the air smells of warm carpet and magnolia blues, I want to say thank you for the way she holds so many of our spines at one a.m. or after office hours, she tells me she will be gone for the holidays, I want to say thank you for helping us wake up and prescribing just enough for the family dinner upstate, letting us be waitlists at least, even though she will leave for the holidays I open the door and say bye, she says stay safe, maybe she fears the Thursday will split us open, everything she’s been holding together this whole time American loneliness n’ all. I try to say thank you, I hear myself: Have a great one, she says: ‘Thank you.’
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