Per-Verse

I was going to write something here.
I thought I had something to say.
I lost it in a moment.
It passed and went away.

The knot in my stomach is not from nerves.
Maybe it was something I ate.
Maybe it's appendicitis.
All I know is that I could stay comfortable.
For 30 seconds.
Then I'd have to shift positions.
Good for half a minute more.
I slept like a log.
A log spinning under the spikes of a log roller.
In a mountain man competition. World class.
Belly swells. Swollen sore.
Something stuck?
Finally at 7 a.m. the pain dulls enough.
I fall asleep.
It's still sore now.
Sore is a world away from what it was.
Much better.
A fart never more welcomed.
At least stuff is moving through.

No triathlons for me today.
Maybe tomorrow I write prose.