partially tied in the back,
sheer, even in winter.

Rubber-bottomed grip socks
hiked at different levels,
some with toes overhanging.

Intravenous bags
hung from poles with monitors
wheeling down the corridor.

Scars and sutures,
balms, braces and bandages,
some on the abdomen,
in the groin,
in the hips, knees and ankles,
in the chest

in a haze of morphine
in the arms of a loved one.
Just to the end there, turn around.
Take a break.
Bend down if you want.
Rise upright if you want.
You can do this.

Jeff Santosuosso
is a business executive and prize-winning poet living in Pensacola, FL. A member of the Florida State Poets Society, he is co-editor of, an online journal dedicated to poetry and short prose. His poems have appeared in Illya’s Honey, Red River Review, Texas Poetry Calendar (2012, 2014), Avocet, Red Fez, Alalit, Extract(s), Syzygy and other online and print publications. You can find him on Facebook.