Emergency
My foot throbbing, unable to walk,
I lay on a cot in Emergency.
The light was too dim to read.
I closed my eyes.
Someone said hello,
and I looked up
into the most beautiful face I’d ever seen.
Curly streaked hair to her shoulders.
Tall and slim; her glowing skin
the color of molten caramel.
“I’m your doctor,” she said.
Now in dreams I hammer on silent doors.
“Let me in!” I yell, “My foot is killing me.”
The Best Examples of Narration
so it has been wisely said,
most frequently occur in bed,
and so for novelists and such
adultery and fornication
are pretty much
an obligation.
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