I hear myself say it too often.

I probably just fucked up again.

Maybe you broke me,



Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great.

Until you tell me I'm not.


I "fell down the stairs" for the fourth time this year.

My favorite nurse has concern in her eyes as she wraps my shoulder.


The stairs, huh?


Yeah, the stairs.

I fake a smile and try not to give it away.


Okay, sweety.


But I see her walk to the desk in the hall

and pick up the phone.


My flat smile becomes non-existent.



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