Eight weeks ago I had spine surgery
and it took 7 hours to make me less
fragile but I am still fragile.
I told the anesthesiologist I was anxious
and he wrote I had a “psychiatric disorder”
in my chart.
He had black, thick hair and sat back in
his seat while crossing his legs and brushing
nonexistent lint off his lab coat which was
labeled Lawrence Ferlinghetti but I
might have misread that as I was under
the influence of some wonderful drug
someone gave me made from butterflies
outside the ladies room.
I asked him one question or maybe it was a request.
“Please play only Taylor Swift and Coldplay Viva con Vida while I’m asleep.”
When I woke up I ruled the world.