Hypermobile Lament – a little poetry jam

No. I’m not cooking dinner then.

By: JANA GREENE

I had plans today,

but my body was indignant.

“Absolutely NOT,” was its retort.

“Well then,” say I. “I’ll do just a little

and rest as a last resort.”

“No ma’am,” said my hips,

like they have any right,

as they roll in the sockets

and put up a fight.

“No way, Jose,” my knees implore.

“You ran around yesterday,

doing your chores.”

“I’ll hang laundry then,”

I say with a sigh.

And my shoulders said,

“Don’t lift those arms too high!”

“How about going

to lunch with a friend?

Just a quick trip out,

then I’ll be on the mend.”

But my body,

with all it has to say,

Said “Pretty please,

just rest today.”

So I pulled on my PJs,

retired to my bed, and

“Thanks for listening to me,”

my body said.