The Problem

It must have liked the idea of itself
when it began to take shape.

Proudly it attached itself to you.

Here I am, it said.
You’re the one.
What are you going to do about me?

Why me?

Why not you?

Perhaps a doctor will have the answer?

Or a surgeon
if it’s beyond the doctor’s scope.

Or a priest of some sort
if you want to put yourself in the hands of religion.

And if it can’t be got rid of?
What then?
Will you have to learn to live with it?

Or not live

if/when the day comes
and it decides to fly off

taking you with it.

Problem