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When I Broke my Wrist

by Azaria

I was playing on the playground, 

on the monkey bars.  I was six years old.

Sad, mad, but really scared.

Hospital, nurse, doctor, needles, really really really

scared.  Not happy not happy

at all no needles, no nurses, no doctors.

I don't miss any of it.

Crying screaming blue dreams

really bad smell.  I was so sad

I was waiting.  It was bad medicine

In my dream. I was in the hospital bed 

in a rollercoaster.  I was seeing doctors,

mom, nothing else.