Braces and Crutches

As a kid, I wore braces,
Not on my teeth, on my legs.
As an old man I use crutches.

My poems are propped up
With braces and crutches as well,
You might say. You could.

They keep me moving, keep me
Mobile, get me through the world.
You want to sneer, be my guest.

While you’re reading and sneering,
Consider this an invitation—
Why don’t you bite me, instead?