My Life In Shift

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Written By Matt Antis

Dear psychiatrist,

You remember the party that night you had missed
Stuck on the phone with “Fight Guy at Risk”
That was your life in shift
While you spy and enlist
Scientists to back what you missed
Snared by the implications of your fabricated gifts

Remember that time I had kissed
Society goodbye like some sort of conspiracist
Thought I was flying high the fist
Thought you were there for the assist
But your touch is a dagger that fell like Judas’s kiss
But it don’t matter to you, I read your report

Yeah, to you I’m just “Fight Guy at Risk”

When you’re paid by the hour, do you remember this?
When they dragged me to court but the book had missed?
A shortened sentence so long as I met with your limp wrist?
The very one who betrayed me whose planked eye is at risk
Of getting plucked! Get out. Just get out.

News flash! She didn’t leave me like you wished
But I won’t touch you, it’s you needing a psychiatrist

We know… you need to get out

…by the way… by the way, you’re fired…
…I won’t touch you …I won’t …get out

Get out… GET OUT!!

Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on January 11, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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