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Back in the Middle
by Michael Estabrook
Say, Doc?" I grimace
as he yanks the stitches
out of my jagged red hernia scar
(though curiously it doesn't hurt).
when someone had a hernia
and needed surgery like this way back
in the Middle Ages?"
my incision carefully
with an alcohol wipe.
"They died," he says,
as he strides out of the room.
says: "Well the 3 kids are gone, out on their own, but the wife is
still here and the stupid dog and the computer and email so I will write
on, to what end I am not sure, but write on I will; still trying to get
into the best poetry journals possible, both online and otherwise, and
hoping to publish a real book of poems, called A Superlative
Woman, about my superlative wife, one of these days."