Crossing Boulder by car is a crapnature
shoot, a throw of the dice, a bet on
congestion from construction,
red lights, crosswalks, and people
who drive beneath the speed limit.

But I arrive on time
at the sports medicine center
for the first set of five
intra-articular injections:
the biannual anatomical oil change
for my osteoarthritic, microfractured knees.

Two hypodermics of hyaluronic acid,
two milliliter fountains of youth, hope-
fully will turn back the clock;
synthesized from rooster combs
Hyalgan is the cock of the walk.

Iodine scrubbed and cold spray numbed
the needle pushes in-
to each joint capsule
filling it like a water balloon.

Quicker than Jiffy
Lube I’m in and out.

Greased up and overinflated I ease
back into traffic, not noticing it
now there’s nowhere to be, relieved
I’ll get to ride my mountain
bike and race pain free, my patellas
gliding in their solution

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poet  bio head shot mt sanitasTim Dardis grew up in Northbrook, Illinois, and is a long time resident of Boulder, Colorado. He earned a Bachelor of Special Studies from Cornell College, in Mt. Vernon, Iowa, and a Master of Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Colorado at Boulder. His poems have been published in Chicago Literati , Exquisite Corpse, Toad Suck Review, Tic Toc, Fat City Review, Midnight Screaming, Whetstone, Grasslands Review, and Sierra Nevada College Review, among others. He works as a Content Services Specialist for Vertafore, and competes as an Expert mountain bike racer. He prefers dirt.