A poem a day each April, for Katya the Poet's Dew Drop Inn |
| Half my hand went numb some time ago and when I went for tests the doctor joked he'd use happy, gentle needles and friendly electrical shocks - an EMG - so as my arm jerked and stung and shook, I yelped I called out bitch! I warned I'd put him in my next poem. Perhaps I will print it, put it in the post and call it art, his words and mine comingled the hurter and the hurt, struggling on the page He declared I need an operation so he wins, I guess and I slunk off to nurse my arm and curse the pain and write him into infamy. note ▶︎ |