well, you've eaten the head off your Scorpion cake;
i hope you're proud of yourself.
five years ago yesterday --
no, the day before yesterday --
my body thought it could handle you.
boy, was it wrong. and sore.
forty hours and one operation later,
a nurse handed you to your dad.
took you back, wiggled you a little,
had you cry the pink into your toes,
and handed you back.
you always do what you want.
in your own frigging sweet time.