Two moments of waiting at night
“Okay. How do my legs looks?”
He looked down at them. “They’re there,”
he said.
Waiting for word.
The sound of the crickets
in the darkness.
Somebody called my name and I looked up
I noticed he was shaking.
I asked him how it looked,
and he said I would be okay.
“I thought I was the only one making all
the promises,” I said.
I turned away.
My mouth was dry and tasted like gasoline.
The smell of disinfectant, mingled
with insect repellent.
Every time I moved a finger, ever so slowly
He stirred in his uneasy sleep.
I imagined him saying
get me
out of this one and I’m going to be so cool
for the rest of my life it wont be funny.
