“OF TICKS AND CRICKS”

I wake to a tick
in my right eyelid
and a crick
on the left-side
of my neck.

I wear sunglasses
to avoid the tick
and tilt my neck
down and
to the left
to ease the crick.

It's not cancer,
but
even if it was,
I'd probably find
some way
to keep living
long as
I could.

I've done that
most of my life;
found some way
to endure
both sorts
of ticks
and
the cricks
with
the kinks.

Yes.
I'll go on living.
I'm not done yet;
except this poem.
I'm done
enduring
the poem.
I'm sure you are
too.
But if you're not,
then
this line is for
you.
In fact, this poem
is for you. And so
is the crick
in my neck
and the tick
in
my eye. Oh, you
can have it all;
the poem, the pain, and
the thirty nine degree rain.
Smack
in the middle of May.

narrative poem written on 05-16-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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