old woman that I am
lower the foot of my bed,
swing my legs over the edge
and push my self up
on my elbows.
It is tough, this getting up,
and I am creaky from sleeping without moving
Sitting now, I await the pain
that is always there, for years gnawing
at my hip, my back like a hungry rat
feasting on my flesh and energy.
But today, May 19, is a surprise:
for the first time in recent memory
my companion doesn’t appear:
he has taken his sharp teeth and gone