Treasure Island

Mandolyn ...

the remote control needs a new battery

my immediate thought
after the x ray
was how much i loved cacti...
my tilted pelvis
and crooked spine
felt naked
ashamed they had been found

but it was you
that resurfaced
like an old bouncy ball
that was kicked
under the couch...
dust moths
prolonging its death

'we can fix you'
they said with certainty
i scratched my lip
tried to bend over
to feel my favorite stretch

would my funeral
put you on the train?
turn your hair grey?
just questions i ask
when i'm not listening

i wanted to leave
find a pen
write something irrational
to someone in Arizona

a heart is just an organ
it doesn't feel. it doesn't beat for anyone.

so fix me
i said
my bones require no donor
vicodin can be a jerk

there was a bouncy ball
in the machine
outside the office
i didn't laugh

i squeezed the quarter
in my pocket
then let the door slam

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

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2013- i'm good. it was just a slipped disc from all the plyometrics

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