At the waiting room, in a doctor's office, he
had crossed his buff legs,
the right under thigh atop
the left thunder thigh, and
sitting there with nothing
to do
with his hands, he
tried manipulating his right foot
to behind his left baby calf,
the instep and toes to grip
the baby calf, the tension then, when
applied, would slip
the hip from its socket, but
which hip socket,
he wondered, and
he could accomplish none of this,
though he'd seen it done once
by a contortionist, and now
he had no excuse or reason to be
here
or ever see the beautiful
baby doctor ever again.
