Sunday, October 23, 2005
I think that the ankle's not broken
but my drunken, youthful exhuberance is
my confidence in this body is as brittle as my bones
I am now strapped to this computer
yet, I am told by my girlfriend that
we are having friends over for dinner
my underarms are already sore from the crutches
I feel like Mr. Glass fron Unbreakable.
I feel like Mr. Stupid-Head from October 2005.