I'm sore
I don't know why
I'm feeling muscles that
I didn't know I had
They're crying, "You
never pay attention to us.
We want to be known!"
And I say, "Not if you're
going to treat me with such
disrespect that I can't get
comfortable. I don't remember
ever feeling so sore. Why are
you so against me?"
I don't even know where the
sores came from. I felt
fine when I left the
pool yesterday. The pain didn't
start until I stood in line to
get my lunch. Maybe I just
slept on it wrong. Maybe
my body just wanted to stay
in the water and was
slow about realizing that
it had been out for some time.
I'm not a graceful ager. I
hate it.
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