26 November 2013
There’s frozen peas on my knees
While my neck wants moist heat.
I’m becoming quite confusing,
Which the Yard Gnome finds amusing.
I swap hot for cold exposure,
And my joints feel like left-overs.
Whether it’s heated rice or frozen ice…
It’s pain I’m trying to stabilize.
If clothing were only Tupperware,
I would seal up this burning flare,
Shove it way in the back,
And forget it was there…
Like other old leftovers growing green hair.
Alas – it’s not the path my RA will follow,
The pain today won’t be makin’ a sandwich tomorrow.