That blindspot
on your retina;
those pimples
you deplore;
that stiffness in your hip
which you stoically
ignore—it's like:
long ago,
all at once,
and for a
limited time only,
your life
was a sweepstakes—a grand prize
you were awarded.
After all the glamour
and the wonderment
of which,
you realized,
to your horror, you'd be
totally stuck
toiling, day
after day after
day,
just for the means
to afford it.
