January 29, 2011

Fibonacci Poetry365. 28

 Fibonacci Poetry365. 28
1   So/
1   proud/
2   of my/
3   paperwork progress. Sixteen /
5   hours in two days left
8   my upper back muscles tight and a stabbing/
13  pain sniping me irregularly but harshly. And so another day was sacrificed to/
21  the great god Heated-Mattress-Pad.
            Months of $250 therapist visits taught me at last that time and rest are true natural-born healers.

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