presses on your knee
making
a small dimple,
creating a target.
he wipes
a swab against it, then
stabs the joint
with a long
needle.
big pinch he says,
before the tip
of the syringe strikes home.
i feel the drug
swirl in
as he jiggles the long
spike deeper.
i imagine it a golden
color,
a mad elixir,
swishing around
against the bone
and ligaments.
it hurts.
then it's over. lets
do the right one now,
he says.
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