bad knee, day seven: one hole still oozing pink blood. doctor says, ‘um, yup.’
bad knee blues day five. I miss walking my dog, so does he.
end of a hot day. we wait for the evening cool to open the house.
this perfect evening. the night remains all promise. this much we still have.
still life with bad knee. streaming bogart and bacall on trusty ipad.
“simple procedure.” words I cling to as the drug drip puts me under.
ancient injuries come back, needing surgery. true cost of living.