NO BETTER TODAY THAN
YESTERDAY WAS
They came in a boxy ambulance, those
EMT guys from 911. I knew one of the
guys by face. Scapped me up and took
me away. Inside the van, an old clock
ran an hour off. 'It'll be right again in a
few more weeks,' the other guy said.
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Every bump in the god-damned road,
which was being scrapped and repaved
for a week now, rattled the truck, and me,
already rattled enough. They were playing
their 'cards' and entering info on their
tablets, to determine with the destination
hospital if it was a heart attack or and
Anxiety attack. 'Panic Attck' won out.
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I got there OK and they wheeled me in.
Wires nd trsts and blood and scans, all
the same stuff once-over again. It was
5:30am when I finally got home. My
sister had come and picked me up.
A real wreck am I, and in need.
Now there's two of us bent here,
and broken.
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