Good deeds can indeed punish the body;
baking sweets threw out my lower back
until I was bowlegged on my birthday
The ripple of pain was constant while walking.
I still had to be a wife even on drugs.
The Menorah Ripple doughnut masterpiece
waited for us in Chelsea on Wednesday,
when the pain was the worst.
(Why did he need me to come along?
Can he do anything without me?)
Free chairs, hot chocolate & Aleve
were my closest friends,
especially when my frienemy, the pain
was rippling away, like a serpent
electrocuted, traveling up & down my legs.
In the taxi, he rattled away
with the huge doughnut package on his lap;
I slept a little, with his words
rippling away; I wish I was
a million miles away….
Today, I stood up straight
and marched slowly/briskly up the hill
and down corridors in the subway.
Thanks to the tail end of Aleve
and my meditation exercise,
that taught me to embrace all discomforts,
and the sack of goodies
(the co-worker gifts which gave me this in the first place),
I returned to work, unaided,
as the rippling pain
turned into a dull groan;
I’ll see the doctor tomorrow.
This is for me today