inside your cornea;
those pimples
you deplore;
the stiffness in your hips
which you
stoically ignore—it's like,
long ago,
your whole life
was a sweepstakes,
a grand prize
which you casually
entered into the drawing for
and were
ceremoniously awarded;
but now,
all the glamour
and excitement
have subsided,
and you realize
to your horror,
just how hard
you have to toil
day after
onerous day, just
to afford it.
