The nurse's cool blue eyes were locked on mine. She took a pen out of her scubs pocket and clicked it helpfully a couple times.
"What's this?"
"A pen!" I said, brightly.
She took off her glasses and put them in the pocket. "And what are these?"
"Tacky?" I did NOT say.
But I did play along. She's trying to help me.
"Your glasses," I said obediently, but then I lost it.
Seh opened her mouth to ask something else you ask a 2-year-old and I interjected,
"Twas brillig,
And the slithy toves-"
She frowned, backing up. Maybe she thought I was having a stroke.
"Did gyre and gimble in the wabe," I said, lingering over the words.
"All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome wraths outgrabe."
Her blue eyes were wide and confounded.
"It's a poem by Lewis Carrol," I explained.
"Oh," she smiled the smile of a tolerant bureaucrat and moved on to other matters.
Yep, if you want to wipe out my attitude, you're gonna need to rob it directly from my hot little brain.
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