Damn

I hear myself say it too often.

I probably just fucked up again.

Maybe you broke me,

again.

 

Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great.

Until you tell me I'm not.

 

I "fell down the stairs" for the fourth time this year.

My favorite nurse has concern in her eyes as she wraps my shoulder.

 

The stairs, huh?

 

Yeah, the stairs.

I fake a smile and try not to give it away.

 

Okay, sweety.

 

But I see her walk to the desk in the hall

and pick up the phone.

 

My flat smile becomes non-existent.

 

Damn.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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