Waiting for an Appendectomy

You have swollen, appendix,
And now I will have you cut out,
Your absence patched,
My body’s holes becoming seaworthy scars,
Sailor’s tattoos.
I have lost my time to you
Wading against sweet slow waters
Taking them on,
Weighing down the dingy,
More drowning.
Again, I remember I can no longer afford
useless weight.
I cannot let my pockets collect droplets
The vulgar display of indulgence,
Does not look good on me anymore.
The waterlogged chic of the young
Will not help me wade this gulf,
So I have informed the doctors to kindly cut you out.
Healing, my wound will form a new sigil,
reminding me, sailing forward,
Of vestigial past.