Like an
alternator
Like an alternator in a car
A pace-maker was installed
Under my left clavicle. So far
A-fib, as it’s informally called,
Has been regulated, but rehab
Is in order so I’m in this nice
Facility where I, like Ahab,
Pace the place and walk twice
Around the one-twentieth of a mile
Track every day, lift leg-weights,
And make earnest attempts to smile
Hoping the young therapists’ estimates
Of my physical tune-up will help them
To decide at my staffing that I’m well
Enough to go home in the next AM,
Only the PT distributors and time will tell.
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