It’s always something
When the dinged hand heals
The foot gives out
Ice and ibuprofen do their work
And
Suddenly, the calf
Contracts into a muscled lump
Pull out The Stick and roll, and roll
Soak it in the bath
To decompress
Life’s an endless round of heating pads
And ice
Tape, orthotics and compression sleeves
Become
Vital accessories
Doling out the pills
Balancing the inflammation of my joints against
My liver’s tolerance
Staying in the game—
In the long term it’s a struggle
I know that I’m doomed to lose
But then, so are we all
For now, it will suffice to ice and dose
Massage and soak
Wrap and brace and patch
Get me to the strip and every pain’s erased by
Endorphin rush
Adrenaline
And sheer delight
Fencing one more day, or month, or year would be enough. Dayehnu!
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