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.