My right knee is popping it has popped before but it is really popping and when it pops it is a painful pop. I’m afraid of it exploding. My left knee also pops. It is not a painful pop. After the pops in my right knee my leg gives out or up. I can’t put much weight on it. In 1995 it blew up like a balloon. I don’t remember a pop.
Published by Marcus Slease
Marcus Slease is a (mostly) absurdist, surrealist, and fabulist writer from Portadown, N. Ireland. He is the author of The Green Monk, The Spirit of the Bathtub, Play Yr Kardz Right, Rides, Mu (dream) So (Window), and Godzenie, among others. His poetry has been translated into Danish and Polish, featured in the Best British Poetry series, and he has performed his work at various festivals and events in Prague, Madrid, London, Bristol, Manchester, North Carolina, and Ireland. He has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. Currently, he lives in Castelldefels, Spain and teaches high school literature. He is working on a trilogy of nomadic surrealist novels entitled The Autobiography of Don Whiskers. View all posts by Marcus Slease