Slipping Away by mary clare leonard

I slipped on a polished floor too quick to grab a dresser drawer Fell flat on my face No slapstick no metaphor Broke my nose no pain but I saw red The ER doc squished his face "Were you running for home base?" "A few stitches a tetanus shot home in an hour if no blood clot" I ask lots of questions when scared to death Jeff S Yale grad Columbia Med I tell my husband, "this guy's got a good CV and a kid that's 3" Jeff S water boards me with icy stuff to clean my nose get me to shut up Calls for a CAT scan no bleeding in my brain I will not die when sleeping He stitches up my cut sneaks out I keep on blabbing no one interrupts Do you drive a Lamborghini? Do you eat Fettuccini? Did anyone ever die in this bed?

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