during commercial breaks
of the Magic-Bulls game.
I was going to ride
a stationary bike during
these night games, but
I am dealing with more cancer scares,
which means more tests,
which means more biopsies,
which means more wounds,
which requires time to heal,
so poetry it is.
I think we live our lives
over and over again,
but that means
I will have to endure
my childhood again
just to get to the good parts
like this evening.
the Magic won,
the poetry inspired,
the leftover pecan pie was still good,
and I am still alive.