Old Bones
Osteoartritis strips
the branching tree
of activities down.
Strap, wrap, limp, groan
until the only fork left
becomes the knife.
Tibia and shin bones
scraped like overgrown
taxus, shaped and resurfaced
with metal to make
a simulacrum of life.
Scarred, some titanium
struts, rebuilding
strength. That knee
matches what I already was.
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Such vivid personification!
I love “scraped like overgrown/taxus, shaped…”
So utterly relateable!
until the only fork left
becomes the knife.
Sigh, but joint replacement sometimes goes awry. (I’m getting a periferal nerve stimulator in my left leg in July to help the CRPS in my knee from replacement. Can’t wait!)
If I could get the pops and grinds into a rythm, at least it would be entertaining! Nice to have someone with whom I can commiserate. <3