medically induced slumber
i got a broken leg for my eighth birthday.
they put me under to perform a surgery
that would set my bones.
i counted backwards from ten out loud
and made it to three before they took
my mind. off. of.
i still wonder if i never awoke from my
medically induced slumber.
what seems like thousands of days could
be seconds passing while a man shapes
flesh into my left leg.
if i repeat my injury i may come to.
a second surgery might wake me from
waking to find the seventeen years that
have passed were really the product of
an eight year old boys influenced imagination.
if all of this is true don’t pinch me.
it’s a suitable alternative to collecting dust.