Testing, a friendship
You don’t want to get
a glimpse at how you die
you need to trust me
about this
it is the still night
I am inside my good room
the burnt orange
kitten breathes against my hand his
love for my return I
know what is inside my head
it was there all year
most likely causing
small
malfunctions
treacheries
of the social kind
calling for
interventions pads walkers
at times a chair
for the wildness of the gait
has torn the big
tendons in the glutes
we laugh like
I am some athlete
I had to say
goodbye to my physio after
five years
and
it starts to be that
long haul I throw
a nail party for my
lady carers hell
we are friends now
I was at the beach
last year with my friend her daughter
who at four this
treasured companion makes me get
out of the cyberspace
suckling with
which I soothe
and comfort
and imitate the leftover version
of myself I
just gimp out
we shivered under shadow it’s the kites Cocoa she pointed
overhead to the hang glider madmen
I thought it was a Pterodactyl
we laughed against
each others towel-clad sides
no one laughs at this
shadow when
it wheels across
my cerebellum we
all hope it might move
might disappear
the Prof on
the spot only hours in a
careful man says
there is the suspicion of the shadow in the
right side can you
be careful with your blood pressure watch
cholesterol
he shows me where and
how it sits
later people ask me
what it is we’ll do
in the silent space of
shadowland I fidget tell
them waiting
more investigation truth
is
there is just the gardening
me and the Pterodactyl
outside
in the sun
laughing at the shadow has got to be the best
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