In the great lakes of injured bone,
a spinal tap temperature a reading of the pulse.
When he arrives from the water’s bottom to the light
Recovery no pain a stomach of animosity.
Laying in his bed, they welcome him back
warm water salad something soft to chew on.
He sighs. Pain tears away from its cocoon
blood work pulse rate temperature blood pressure.
He refuses pain pills, calms himself, lets the wind outside in,
and when he falls asleep a current of coolness,
grass carp darting to the side pain sinking into mud.
| Copyright © 2021 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
Love this! Made me believe there are grass carps out there sucking at the mud. Could feel his pain and his determination to push through it. Bravo!
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