The School Nurse

By John Johnson

Every visit is my fresh torment.
Anatomically explicit posters adorn her walls.
My eye twitches at the sight of her white coat and the smell of alcohol wipes.
Tilting my head gives her permission to probe for lice with wooden sticks.

Anatomically explicit posters adorn her walls.
The stage is set for her next misdiagnosis.
Tilting my head gives her permission to probe for lice with wooden sticks.
“Left, or right? Which ear can’t hear the beep?”

The stage is set for her next misdiagnosis.
“You can’t read line 10?  Squint harder.”
“Left, or right? Which ear can’t hear the beep?”
“Scoliosis! Your shoulders are tilted like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”

“You can’t read line 10?  Squint harder.”
My eye twitches at the sight of her white coat and the smell of alcohol wipes.
“Scoliosis! Your shoulders are tilted like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”
Every visit is my fresh torment.

John Johnson is the a poet who loves language but also data and numbers. He resides in Northern Virginia where in addition to running his consulting firm as a professional econometrician, he loves pizza, professional wrestling, and regularly writes with his wild writing circle. John’s poetry tends to focus on humorous aspects of his geeky childhood and his journey as it relates to entrepreneurship, family and friendship, and failed athletic endeavors.   His website is poemsovercoffee.com.