I Quit

My anesthesia
didn’t take;

I lay awake
as surgery
commenced—

to no avail—
I was incurable.

Despite my
swaddling hospital
robe, I took leave
of the infirmary—

of nine-to-five
inequities

of effortless
indignities—

stepping on the
surgeons’ feet
while passing
like a wave
of nausea.