My body is broken and bent limbs wracked and rent pain is my closest family simple mundane shit is hard for me This pen-- a spear This book-- a shield to hide behind My myopic view of the world is cynical and defiant My knuckles crack, bones shard, my joints are unreliant Depressed and a mess because I can't tie my shoes at twenty-seven "Have you tried yoga?" "I don't believe in medicine." "Have you tried having less sex?" "You are so lucky to be alive." "I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do." "I need more evidence." "I need positive test results." "Have you tried Ibuprofen/Advil/weed?" "Have you tried not being in pain?"
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