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The hip clicks like a deadbolt

trying to catch in a frame that's warped.

I sat on the edge of the tub

and let the screen tell me the worst.

The forum says it's a slow rot,

or a growth that likes the marrow.

I looked at the insurance portal,

the deductible standing like a fence I can’t climb.

The blue light hits the lukewarm water,

shimmering in the bottom of the glass.

I closed the tab and sat in the dark,

waiting for the clicking to stop.