Summer Foot Surgery

Lying flat, my ice cold foot rests on a pillow,

higher than my heart.

"Keep it elevated," Doctor Buchbaum said.

So I do.

Through the stretchy bandage

and layers of white gauze,

it throbs.

The grimace shaped cut is no joke.

Ten black stitches, each hand tied,

look like dead spiders in a

swollen ravine.

Recovery is tedious and

contemplative and

not much fun.

For weeks I only see the beach on

cell phones.