THIS IS NOT A BILL!!!
This is simply the preface to the bill
so that you can be prematurely pissed off
about who will be taking away your money
The EOB outlines the costs
What you owe the doctor
What your insurer owes… someone
What debt your existence owes
to a society that doesn’t really care
That Advil pill at the office even though
there’s Advil in a Ziploc in your purse?
Ten dollars. The cup you pee in?
Five ninety-five per ounce
Don’t spill it when you close the window.
Does a smile at the reception desk
bankrupt the operation? Imagine a world where
insurance cards do not dictate our worth-
where compassion is doled out, unmeasured
and it’s okay to come back for seconds.
Can we quantify the waiting room tears?
The traffic, the tropical island vacation
with family swapped out for appointment slots.
The doctor who is not seeing her lunch break
will see you now, instead.
You both are tired of fighting
a system that feels it is better to explain
“benefits” than to explain why
none of this is fair, why your pain
will not break with the fever.
We can’t explain why the cancer spread,
its roots strangling the beating heart.
We can’t explain the silent prayers
sent up in parking garages late at night
when the city lights blink off.
The explanation of benefits is simple, really:
Sit with us, outside on the sun-bleached bench
On what our brains will dub the Bad News Day
where the whole world stops and all that is left
are the parking garage prayers said outside, together.
2 thoughts on “Explanation of Benefits”
My first moments alone with RA in the car with Sheyrl crying. We faced a big future (or small it seemed on that day) and little knowledge to go into it. I had no such reaction about diabetes. I know my mom and dad had that cry on my first day, but I was 17 a male and more absorbing than reflecting. I hope I never have or cause another one of these cries.
This, all of this is true. Unholy, but true.