Metal scrapes on my skin, and, WOW!, but
my arm feels light, this crunchy muscle
fiber may be breaking up —
yes, I’ll do my exercises, of course,
and more often, too, with more
stretch and more hold, more saute pans
I can throw on fire, and flip, and I want to
be throwing pans on the fire 20 years from now
yes, yes, stretch every day, before work,
and after. I will, I’m sure, I want to.
I can’t think, walking out, I’m glowing, floating —
I’m like that every time I’m manipulated, every time
my body is pushed and pulled, and, OW!
four hours later, this hurts,
an ice pack now, and some exercises?
Yes, of course. Manipulated, pushed,
and pulled.
Na/GloPoWriMo Day Fifteen challenges us to write a monologue. I had a physical therapy visit today.
I don’t love this one, but that’s not the point of Na/GloPoWriMo. The point…..is stretching.
The combination of the poem and your last remark is just perfect 🙂
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🙂 Thank you!
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The last stanza walked me on memory lane. Perfect closure!
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Thank you! And I’ll remind myself to do some of my exercises now.
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