Hilary Sideris


& 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.