practitioner, Alice, as she
sticks a long needle
full of cortisone into one knee,
and then the other.
she's so kind, so gentle.
i wonder sometimes what she
looks like without that blue
mask on, those layers of hospital
garb. are her lips full, her nose
refined, her cheeks rosy.
but for right now it's only her
eyes that i get to see.
a seashore green.
but i'll be back in six to twelve
months when i start to limp again,
i'll miss her.
i wonder if she'll miss me.
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