It’s not a complaint if it’s a concern

My Henry Miller tattoo
is bruised___, & that
arm is struck w/ pain
down to
each fingertip.
My right ass cheek
is sore___, & that shot
didn’t even take.
My mind is in swirls
& I may be
weaving oddly
in waves of rushing
full-crash agony.
My main concern___
however
is that:
even though I faced
more than fears,
I am still sitting here
dealing w/ this
alone___.

(They pick me up, they drop me off___,
& none of them are there when
the real deal hits___.
& I’m not pointing a finger or placing
blame___, it’s just an expression of
how this fact doesn’t seem to change.)