Tomorrow. Scary Tomorrow. Arrive at 8:00 a.m. Check
In. Dress in the gown that opens rudely in the back.
Think plump veins. Close your eyes and turn your head,
Praying for the one fat vein that will open and flow like a
Fountainhead. Think of raspberries ripening in the sun.
Plan your garden; round tomatoes, melons, sunflowers,
cucumbers the size of your wrist. Your Wrist!
Someone pushes Liquids into your arm, a scalpel hovers then draws
its line. Dab, dab away red. Someone pulls open your skin, fixes your sick wrist.
Wake up bandaged and scoured with pain.
Just wake up!
I’ll see you all soon. Wish me luck! I’ll hurry back as soon as I can. Thanks for your good thoughts and best wishes.
See you soon!