The Bloodless In-Between
She’s so warm and soft
asleep on chairback behind my head
purr filled fur
paw touching my shoulder
in sweet affection
my blood dried on her tooth and claw
Life is hard
except when it’s not
– Smith, 1.26.2016
14th day of broken kneecap. Seems at least a week longer. Believe the immobile leg awkwardness, the low constant hum of pain, and the no long hot bath soak’n’tokers are starting to drain my positive outlook reserves . . . just a wee bit physically and mentally weary. Plus want to start new art piece and you should see my slapstick routine of getting down and up from the floor where I work . . . and I have to work off to my right side since my left leg’s stiff out left. Trade knee immobilizer for a cloth brace in a week.
Forgot one break in earlier brokebone list – add my high school nose to the eight ribs, right hand, right wrist, left wrist, right elbow, left elbow, collar bone, big toe, left knee, and cracked pelvis (plus innumerable cracked ribs over the years).
Will be 70 in six weeks. Seventy years old. And the adventure just keeps moilivating over the hill.
