let cramp

I can't help but
curse
as the back of my one leg
freezes up
in a paralyzing cramp.
what the hell.
it's hard to breathe, or
move an inch.
it's a strange thing,
making you wonder if
this is it.
the end of the road.
somehow I grab an old
bottle of water
off the nightstand
and start swigging
like a sailor on leave
thinking it's beer.
finally, I crawl out
of bed, and move towards
the stairs,
step by step going down,
to
a banana in the kitchen.