I remember how it felt, the day my back went out.
I was in the shower at Krista’s in Maryland, before her wedding.
I placed my right foot on the edge of the tub, leaned forward,
razor in hand when something connecting my thigh to my hip
stretched too far and gave out, like a rubber band pulled too far.
The connection intact but now fraught with slack,
something deep inside me went limp; I heard it in my bones
right before fire shot through my hip, down my leg.
Then everything went numb.
I fear a similar situation has happened in my mind;
something got pushed too far; I felt the band holding me together go slack,
felt fire shoot through me, singe me to ashes.
I’m still waiting for the numbness to come
and block this excruciating pain.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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