“So how was your doctor’s appointment?”
“Well, he asked me a lot of questions this time.”
“Like what?” she asked half-listening.
“Oh, about any weight changes,
how much sleep I get,
my eating habits.
And something else.
What was that last thing?”
He sorted through a stack of mail while she made a grocery list.
“Oh, I remember now,” he said looking up.
“He also asked if I was having trouble
with my short term memory.”
They stopped in freeze-frame for a second
digesting the obvious irony.
Then broke into laughter at a private joke
they’d probably forget by tomorrow.
This poem was written response to the Writer’s Digest Poem-a-Day prompt for Day 2 of National Poetry Month.