Tag Archives: healing

yesterday my right hand was whittled in two places

i can feel the sutures tug when i overflex/and every several minutes the constant dull ache gets a brief sharp stab of emphasis

but ibuprofen and the weensiest splash of canadian whisky have been effective pain management

and i welcome the sensation as evidence of healing

on the left wrist until early this morning/ were the enhancements of FALL RISK warning tape/and Adhesive Bandage Sensitivity medical advisory/to go with my visit ID of name°date of birth°date of service°visit code

so the left wrist is a drastically reductive synopsis of my current identity and peculiarities

while the right hand is a reconstruction zone

i am a fall risk in winter springing back from infirmity

and just this instant summer you are perhaps wondering what the lame puns are doing in an otherwise serious poem

there are two answers

one is that the tendency–nay, the URGENCY–of making puns is hardwired into my DNA

and the other reason is that i tasted the first draft of the poem and found it bland

so i added seasoning

Still Life with Foodstuffs and Objets d’Art

January 13, 2020

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Once upon a time–yesterday, to be specific–I had lunch with a special person, with whom I was once romantically involved. She was making changes in the décor of her abode, and had brought me a wire sculpture I had made while we were involved, and a vase I had done that my mother gave to her.

We had a nice, resolving chat. No regrets about having been involved, no hard feelings, and no reason not to remain friends.

Before we parted company she talked me into accepting some citrus fruit and potatoes that came from her father, whom she’d visited before we got together for lunch. Subsequently I did some shopping, and my evening meal featured a delicious baked potato. This is what it looked like just before I dug in:

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