Listen.

Back to pain. I know it well. I feel it in my bones. It goes so deep. The doctors don't even know what to think. They draw vials of my blood and let it go cold. I walk away with a band-aid and a sticker that I stole. Now we wait for the results and I go to God and consult. These limber limbs ain't so nimble anymore. This peachy skin bruises like a peach. This bed of mine holds me longer and longer because I can't seem to get stronger. The doc already has my pharmacy on speed dial. I hope that doesn't mean this is final. Until my next appointment...