May 2 turned out to be one of my not-so-good days.
As readers of my food blog and my friends know, I fell on a neighbor's bad patch of sidewalk and spit up part of a tooth. I thought that was the end of that. One broken tooth. Turns out I have FOUR broken teeth (one of which was extracted, a rather significant molar) and stitches and lots of pain, ibuprofen and future dental bills with insurance kicking in less than 25% of the bill.
Meanwhile, I'm getting ready for bikini season whether I wanted to diet or not.
It gave me some opportunity to think about the characters in my novel. There is a lot of wounds everyone receives and I wonder if they recover appropriately.
I also wrote a poem, now in it's second draft.
This is the current opening of "Mourning 29":
29's departure brutalized me.
A jolt to the face,
A ravaging of my soul
When a shockwave
Erupted through my jaw
Into my ears and
As I commenced my morning.
Then the pain subsided.
I thought the worst had passed.