The I Doctor

                                                                       

Appointment you

scheduled for

twomorrow.

Remember to tell

the I Doctor the

exact nature of what

ails you.  Which part

of the I rots inside of

your flesh canister?

What do your eyes

divulge to you, as you

screw your head inwards.

Tell the I Doctor all.

Leave no door unopened.

Expose every shade of your I.

Look the Doctor in the eyes.

Listen with every pore.

The doctor usually cons the

I out of me and throws it in

acid.  It fizzes into a nonentity.

Lighter, humbler and happier,

I return from the I doctor,

A veritable you. Welcome.