Post injury ponderings

I wonder if  I have a doppelganger

who is wicked and the universe

confused me with said doppelganger

 because I’ve had a broken femur,

2 nasty respiratory illnesses,

and, tonight, a broken hospital bed

that resulted in a hurt back

because it stuck in a painful position

for more than 60 minutes

until kind, on call, repairmen

arrived to return me to horizontal.

Sobs

I weep

at missing therapy

at misunderstandings

at people who don’t have a clue

     and their (mis)judgements

at my loss of self

at tears that don't seem to stop

At that it all happened today.

Kitchen Poem

Stricken with what I hope 
isn’t the news depicted
West to East creeping flu

I’m bedridden again

with only true crime TV shows

and the scratching of cat claws

from kitchen for company.

Ms. Fey Says

This found poem is a quote from her book Bossypants

“Gay people

don't actually try

 to convert people.

That's Jehovah's Witnesses

you're thinking of."

Notes on the Bro-Down

Title inspired by  Chef Alex Bornacelli.   This is how she described the  secret ingredient showdown battle between best friends Spike Mendelsohn and Marcel Vigneron in Next Iron Chef Redemption.

"I want to cook
the food that makes
people go home
and have sex
or fall asleep"

-Chef Spike Mendelsohn
in the commentary
on what was to be
his last episode

Out the Window Haiku

(many tanks to my WOM-PO , a listserv for women poets, colleague Resa for suggesting this prompt to the list)

Bikes spokes gleam.  Man-made

illumination displays

coal sky, plus scarce snow.