The Cuff

She said it isn’t hypertension yet,
but maybe I should purchase my own cuff.
And I postponed but I did not forget –
I figured it was on my mind enough
I didn’t need to measure, and abet
my bit of nagging worry. That was fluff –
with owning I’m realizing nothing strange –
the meter’s trending to a healthy range.

(Ottava Rima)

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