Low hung clouds mocking and gray splashed their inconstant rains a day too late.
Yesterday finding me broken in happy Sunday sun.
The sound of your bone breaking is just another thing happening
All at once to someone else inhabiting your body.
In Mississippi, broken clean through and baby fracture mean the same,
And malpractice is the only practice you gonna get.
And the short walks from the parking lot bend you wheezing over their knees.
And your one good leg burns planted refusing to move on.