Braced For It
I wear my brace day and night but nothing
seems to help. Tore a tendon in my wrist.
And life is not the same. Can’t brush my hair
or brush my teeth, or even tie my shoe. Can’t
push or pull or press without pain. I wake
up at night in searing pain waiting
for it to heal. It throbs and throbs and throbs.
I hope it will heal, but when it doesn’t,
I say a prayer. Ask for healing. Go to mass,
lay their hands on my skin, trace their fingers
on my bones, and make a wish.