guess i should’ve knocked on wood
guess i should’ve knocked on wood
i sat in the office with a towel over my head
quiet
trying not to move
this pain was new to me
(never knew flag football could be so dangerous
apparently it was
but only for me)
the secretary had me call my mom
my voiced carried fear for the first time
through the receiver
(i always hated how my voice sounded on the phone
this just made it worse)
her voice matched my fear
we arrived around eleven
right before my lunch
the hospital seemed much larger this time around
must have gotten lost at least three times
sent back to the same office twice
paperwork
scans
and more paperwork
waiting out the hours
came home just in time to catch my favorite show
the one my parents didn’t approve of because it was too violent
but they were letting it slide this time
i sat in the basement with my arm in a sling
uncomfortable
quiet
the pain was becoming an old friend
especially when i moved
the fracture sparked a lot of thought
(i had a lot of time to think while in that labyrinth hospital)
probably the closest i came to believing in karma
or god
(as if something is actually listening to what i say
and adjusting my life accordingly)
and made the phrase
what goes around comes around
a lot more significant
all because i said i would never break a bone that very morning
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