Admission

“Doctor?”
“Yes, patient?”
“It’s hard to explain. I’m scared to death that I’m floating away.”
“Do whatever you can to stay.”
“Doctor?”
“Yes, patient?”
“I have to admit that I’m exhausted.”
“Patient?”
“Yes, doctor?”
“That much is obvious.
Listen, you have two days off
coming up, if I’m not mistaken?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I just found a plane ticket
to Florida. Consider it
a PTSD scholarship.
Care to take me up on it?”
“I hardly think that’s appropriate.”
“Oh, come on,
like you’ve ever given a shit
about what’s appropriate
and what isn’t.”
“Yeah, ok. I’m in.”

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