My sister spat and hissed. After
she admitted to a problem.
We wait in Dr. Shu’s expensive rooms.
My sister squirms on the faux leather
couch. Dr. Shu then asks a series of
beautifully-framed personal questions.
My sister opens like a bud, divulging her
entire history in purple prose. Dr. Shu is
more magician then medical professional.
My sister agrees to weekly consultations
and a course of appetite-enhancing
drugs. I will admit to feeling slightly
discomforted in the presence of miracles.