200 Woodlawn St: Jacob Carr

Playing catch with
a neurologist
is where I
find myself
after 45 minutes
of inquisition
each long
answer followed by
head nods the
resident feigning
understanding when
he could never
a life of neuroleptics
one after another
for twelve years have
left me here
a reflex mallet pounds
my chest
a quiet mutter of
clonus about my
right tricep
bradykinesic movements
and a full stride
with reduced arm swings
I feel failure
under this examination
quiet reassurances
follow me out
the door