Carpel Tunnel Dream #1:
I am in a medical facility.
Very antiseptic. Sterile.
Very white. Everywhere like government.
I hold out my pale white arms,
bare skin from the elbow down.
The man in the white lab coat shakes his head.
My arms from the elbow down are pickled and whithered,
like I've spent months in cold liquid.
Three long needles sit on blue cloth on the silver tray.
The man eyes them like a Librarian.
They are long enough to stretch
from pinky to thumb with your palm spread.
He sticks them into my arms.
I can't tell if he's injecting anything.
It doesn't feel like anything.
They could be somebody else's arms in fact.
But they are mine.
The man said "You had Carpel Tunnel" when he finished.
The holes were left behind.
I won't try that drug again.
Kidding.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
