My hip got hurt sometime last week

out in the cold or through sleep or

something, and I went to the doctors

and they said it was nothing

 

but I’ve got all this poetry

spilling out from my hands and

my mouth and my eyes

flooding out over the floor and

damn well it did anything for my hip

just about as much as snake oil will do

 

so when I got out of the shower,

mirror steaming over and poetry,

I grabbed that leg and yanked it

and it creaked and it shrilled

and snapped back into place,

seething and loose at the

hinges, but walking good as

ever.