Poetry by Ynab

The Waiting Room

dressed in the colours of a british, american or australian flag,

bouncing a knee at the nervousness felt

there's no one but the nurse and receptionist

been coming here since i was 7 but i get lots of feelings.

the receptionist is muslim

she talks to me eagerly trying to find out when i finish fasting

i smile and tell her it's a day after hers

she giggles and tells me she's looking forward to enjoying Idd-ul-fitr.

okay, she seems to be excited...

can i safely say that my body language reading skills are the best?

the nurse smiles and engages in small talk

i still feel nervous

at the back of my mind are two important thoughts

my sister's scholarship and the Children of Gaza

oh this Dunyah, what can i say?

i'm all alone now

the doctor might be coming soon

my cold limbs feel warmer already

i pull my shiny red top down and smile to myself

this is my sunny sunny day

this is my perfect day

i would have forgotten to wear something different

but i didn't.

i could have remembered to wear a heavier trench coat

but i didn't.

i am so hungry right now

i shouldn't have eaten daku!

:-(

oh well, i think i won't tomorrow.