“I am a massage therapist. I hurt my finger a month ago, I finally got it looked at today, and although it is not broken, I did something to a ligament that is going to take a long time for it to heal. Write me a happy poem please.”
Some days are harder than the last,
especially when we feel more and more
than the days when pain was fast
and not so tameless.
Luckily, my pain does not move
from me to patients,
but while they groan with thanks,
I may gurgle with white pain
which I subdue with sweat
and a liberal amount of music.