The other week,
I went to see
Some of my friends at AMC.
To recheck my gimpy knee.
Dr. Hart is the best,
There is no question.
But I need a lot of trazadone and gabapentin
To resist temptation.
Bird, Chipmunk, Rabbit, Shrew.
Orthopedics says I am not allowed to chase you.
I want to be good,
I want my gimpy leg to feel better.
I miss my Rehab friends:
Eve, Stephie, Ale, Idalia!
And my first floor core, Marisol and Alisha!
I want to catch birds in my teeth!
Swallow their heads, and chew off their feet!
So…. I wonder if I finally tore my cruciate.
The anticipation is excruciating!
The quail in Georgia rejoice in my absence.
Instead I sit, tumble, and toil.
And sniff for rabbit feces in the soil.
