I'm content placing bets
on horses that could scratch.
I digress to impress
just as much as to distract
from the task at your hands.
Such a bore.
From the dough that you rolled
and kneaded.
I needed
I needed to go out.
We shook hands at your bed
and said that it would pass.
First we hedged, then reneged.
Now the contract, it is lapsed.
I've expressed recalcitrance,
but right now
it's a feeling secondhand.
I feel it.
I feel it.
I feel it coming out.
Read the book. Take the test
to prove what we all know:
appendix is excess
in the body and the tome.
Such a beautiful phrase that you missed.
Have a seat; join the rest.
We're bleeding.
We're healing.
We're kneeling to the ground.