We lost one another
that tooth and I
one bitterly cold Sunday morning on Burnside st.
Among glass chunks and bits from the Wild Turkey and Coors light family
my old empty friend left my side
My sister my hip has taken a break!
It's work all these years,
impeccable and kind
by way of searing and polite
dictation has let me know that my
days as an ugly gazelle
are over.
So this morning, if I'm asked
to dance I'll beg that small steps and
little hops be enough
and they will be
because trying to explain pain
is like telling a goat
how to build an iceberg
and thinking about pain
is even less special.
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