Friday, May 28, 2010

Just Once More

I've sat here before. I've stood there before. I've bent my knee. I've turned my face. I've held my breath. I've listened while they saw into my sole.

Dialogue with each diagnosis. Palaver with each prick. Chatter with each click.

"Blood work."




"Put this around your waist."

"Twist your ankle a little more."

"Just one more."

And once more I'm afraid.