Living Rent-Free
They seem to think my condition is fragile.
Blessed with a constant state
Of atrial fibrillation,
My heart, a naughty, misbehaving child
Is throwing a continuous tantrum
That justifies my continued care
In the cardiac ward.
Fine with me.
Four walls
Three meals a day
And all the time in the world
To wander through my landscapes
As I write.
I like to think that I’ve
So enchanted the nursing staff
That they don’t want me to leave.
Spread smiles wherever you go
And whenever can.
There are dividends to be had.
This is medication I keep near at hand
And dispense, often under the counter,
Where I think it is needed.
It just might be illegal.
Anything this good
Must be breaking some law somewhere.
I might even be dipping
Into my own supply.
Not a bad monkey to have
On my back.