Falling Apart . . . Too Sore To Be Dead
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.