I no longer have
all my original parts:
the first to go was that tooth
I had capped after the incident at the roller-skating rink.
Then there was the appendix that went the way of an ovary and tube, and not to forget:
the tonsils.
I don't miss any of it - well, maybe the tooth.
And now I have a shiny new hip, better than new.
Your hand rests where waist meets hip, unseen ceramic and titanium.
Titanium can tolerate a lot of heat.
There's some unclaimed bliss to be had.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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