dermis dilemma

In the dermatologist’s waiting room. He’s based up in a town in the mountains. It’s nice here. It’s about an hour drive. I don’t mind the drive is nice. It’s a very sunny day here. I feel a bit sad because my Aunt and Uncle live here but there is some… I don’t know. Distance I feel there. Enough distance to not ask to come over. I talk so much about this place but they are really my only connection to it. It’s a nice place but an expensive place. And I don’t have that much money. Nice expensive places are hard to enjoy when you are poor. Or at least feel poor. It feels like if you touch something or look in the wrong direction you might get charged more than you’d make in a year. That’s a kind of scary feeling. Just a feeling though. I’m thinking what to do after the dermatologist. Maybe a walk. Maybe sit in a cafe and write. Or type is more accurate I guess. Type something up on my phone. Something legible and not poetry. I’ve been letting my writing devolve into poetry. I like that…