PAIN POEM

(clumsy girl)

Ow!

No, it�s OK.

It�s not the first time she�s poured coffee on my hand

not the first day she stepped on my toes when dancing

not the first experience I�ve had with broken dick.

I�m used to it.

No, it hurts

but it�s good.

I like it.

It�s what makes her her.

It�s what makes her mine.

She literally fell into my arms one day

because she was clumsy.

If she hadn�t tripped.

If she were no klutz

she�d be somewhere else

with someone else

and I�d have no fractured bones

or joy

in my days.

So it�s fine when she hurts me

- it hurts so good -

and I can only treasure the pain

as part of what makes her unique.

Not that it doesn�t �

OW!