Hey, friends, I need a time out from all this
scar tissue in my left calf, and now in my right,
a headache at the base of my skull, and all my other
ailments. I want to go back to when things were
simple and babies loved me as baseballs bounced
over summer fields while I thought that I knew
everything, or at least one thing really well, or two.
Prompt: Poetic Asides (time out).