Sunday, August 7, 2011

Itch Cream

(a postcard poem)

After itching for four days,
non-stop, I finally decide
that my misery merits a call
to the doctor on call line.

He orders me
a new, prescription strength cream.
The one I have is 8 years old, after all.

After applying,
I breathe a well-deserved
sigh of relief
and plan my grocery shopping trip.

1 comment:

  1. That Rx stuff can work wonders and save your sanity for important things like poetry!

    Paul Kaplan