it was like…falling
in a blaze of glory,
except, a lot more
painful and a lot
more blinding.

(this haze was NOT purple.)

i now have two crutches
two bottles of painkillers
and one good leg.
just one, for now.

at least we can joke
about it, referencing
my lack of balanced being
along with hints of
pop culture.

"they don't call you grace for nothin'!"
"y'know, with some vicodin and a cane…"