‘Austrian doctor’ and other poems
By: Tamara Raidt
Austrian doctor
my consultations usually
last 7 minutes
the doctor said
I stopped.
in the middle of a sentence.
and we’re already at 11
she raised her eyes
from the computer screen
have you seen a therapist
plenty –
what did they say
I said the word
it hurt
but I said the word
what do you want me to do
I don’t know, there’s something
inside my head
I can’t bear it
I don’t sleep
I don’t eat
I can’t –
I don’t want to
live like this
she looked up
I can’t help you ma’am
She walked me to the door
and I added her name
to my list.
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the things that brought you here
Someday you’ll remember the things that hurt you
only as the things that brought you here
and the mountains will be pebbles and the flood will be rivers
that shaped the landscape you’re looking upon.
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First love
You’ll never forget me:
you never forget your first love
he told me on the morning he left
thinking he was speaking of himself.
But my very first love are words
haunting, beguiling, exhilarating
and you are right honey,
how could I forget them?
they are the second ones
after my mother’s womb
through which I came into existence
and they bring me every morning
closer to self-acceptance.