Abed awaiting morning coffee




Day's first footstep

Sends fire to my ankle

Set aflame by surgery.


Counting to fifty before

Standing helps

As does a white pill.


Wound redressed

Abed again

I await morning's respite

Coffee and newspaper.


Who knew I'd be helpless?

Who knew I'd feel fire's pain?

Who knew I'd take months to recover?

Not Me

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