watch your step (or how i broke my heart)

no one questions things much when you break
a bone. mainly they just want to know
if you did something laughable to cause
said break (no one really cares too much
to hear the stories that sound justifiable)

maybe you've broken your wrist, or ankle,
or arm, or maybe your rib, tibia, collarbone;
but your heart? doesn't someone else
do that for you? how could you break your heart?

well, you'll never believe it, or maybe
you will. it was just one of those things.

i was walking about minding my own
business and wham! tripped, found myself
laying face down, wiped out in one clean shot.

didn't even see it coming. landed
smack dab on it, i can't even say what the culprit
was. i think maybe a thought, or that damn
bird that was singing (i seem to recall the sound
of a sparrow...maybe even singing in some evil
fashion at that moment) or maybe it was the sky or the damn
sun, so bright, shining as if it owned the day.

whatever it was, i found out it's broken, in three places.
the ambulance was slow as molasses and the pain so sharp
you'd think i landed on that bed of nails you hear
so much about all the time. excruciating. i wouldn't
wish it on anyone. try finding a comfortable position;
can't sit, can't stand, or walk, breathe.

they can't even tell me how long it will take to heal-
guess they were absent that day in med school.

the cast sucks, so hard and uncomfortable, itchy,
but hey, if you can figure out a way, you can sign it if you want.