the anatomical weather report

my body

gives me the weather report.

there's

no need for Bill

on channel four,

or Marsha on nine,

or even

the cutie pie Sarah

on five.

my knee tells all,

my sinus

informs me of the rise

and fall

of the barometric pressure.

every joint

in my body tells me

about the storm,

the snow

or rain.

my big toe shouts to

me in pain.

grab your umbrella,

it's about to rain.