Stuffed
in the bed
like a baby’s
doll. Can’t
stand up,
can barely
crawl. I’m
’ridden all
day, no
way to get
up, get out,
or play, a
roiling pain
in my middle
comes and
goes like the
waves of a
dark sea on
a stormy day.
Face it like
a fact, I am
grounded like
a bird that a
hound unwung.
