Not Well

I sleep with your man. Not literally, only in my mind. My thoughts have you falling down a well. I’m the only EMT on duty and the first one on the scene. I show you how I’m taking the batteries out of my walkie-talkie and tell you how I’m going to purposely trip and break my ankle, so I have to crawl back to the truck to call dispatch. Hopefully, you would have had full exsanguination and then I will be an injured heroine and need emotional support that I will receive from my new man formerly known as your man.

I’ll be wearing a black medical boot to coordinate with my little black dress at your wake. I will be…