In the Picture
In the picture that wasn’t taken
I lost my arthritis and started running
But was still
Overrun by the sea
As if I had been faking it all along
My bad knees stiff pelvis as if
I had been cured of wheelchair or cane
Evangelized prosthetized
And the world broke into laughter
I leapt over a high wall to flee
The patrol then ran for miles
On a twisted ankle without pain
I would have walked in water
Were it not for a donkey
That blew up on the shore
A landmine on the edge of sand and brine
I would have held you in my arms
Would’ve smelled of algae for days
