Truly, there is no moment more mortifying
More full of the truth of your humanity
Than realizing that the smell on your pillow case
The one that pervades your sinuses
As a result of not feeling a great urge to shower,
Is your own.
Pause and let your mind catch up.
It’s got a lot going on all at once.
Pain gets dibs on your time.
Pain is putting on a one-woman show,
Though shock and embarrassment are working the light and sound boards.
Your mouth works immediately –
People are exclaiming at your face,
And it’s important that you calm them down.
You lie, lie as easily as breathing and falling down.
I’m fine – no, I’m fine – I’m fine, just give me a sec…
A sec? Pain is indignant.
Pain is leaping through rings of fire
Conveniently placed on the impact site
She’s not going anywhere in a sec.
But this time her show is short.
A single act in a larger bodily circus.
And though she’s going to hang around like a desperate extra
You can ignore her long enough
To stand up,
And keep walking.