& say my new knee’s fine. Why would
I not believe them, but it hurts like hell,
what they call therapy. They put me on
pills good for nothing but making me
want more, why I don’t know since
they don’t give the slightest buzz.
How’s your new place? Bigger than last,
I hope, on a street of better dollar stores.
I love dollar stores. When I was a girl,
they called them dime. Everything tastes
like sand, so I don’t eat, but haven’t shed
one pound. The swelling, your sister says.
That was the silver lining last time
with my left leg, losing nine.