Skip to content

I Treat Your Swollen Ankle

 

propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all
of our ice packs                    lost

in the move, & I try to talk to you
about my impending job loss, another poem

rejected by a favorite magazine, & you fill the room
with pleasant thoughts until I cannot swallow

another bite, instead moving
to the kitchen where I can drown

you out, where I can break ice down
with a meat tenderizer.

 

 

Published inBlogging & PoemsMy Poems

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply