Friday, April 29, 2011

day one, slight limp
i will persevere
a limp adds character
calvin's dad would agree

day two, i should not walk
i have been robbed of my joy
and i strut like some horrible frankenstein's monster
brought to life by coffee and plaid
too little lightning

will i end up in a wheelchair?
will i end up in a morgue?
is it gangrenous?
is it cancerous?
oh lord, take this cancerous leg and grant me a peg
pirates are still in, as unlikely as that seems

day three, is that a bruise?
day three, marry me
day three, let me crawl inside you and sleep on top of your heart
you validate the pain
and that is all i could ever ask of anything
a day or a woman or a detergent brand

day four, to be determined
i hope it will not offer miracles
because to struggle and persevere would make this worthwhile
or at least worth writing about
or at least worth writing poorly about

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