a fractured tale
image by Adirondack Health Center; words by writer.
Bone Meets Street
Walking the dog
named Cat. She wanted
to eat the dog
across the street.
Snarling, barking,
yanking the leash.
My thigh
and blacktop
disagreed.
A bitch
to walk.
Two screws
did it.
One migrated,
tore me from inside.
Surgeon put it
right.
Five months later,
I ambulate
without
a walker.
Cat is a good girl.
Really.
My wife
walks her now.
Until I get my
balance. By
the way,
it hurt.
~ Wry
Literary Impulse & Paper Poetry ‘Overcoming Obstacles’ Prompt Submission