Lab Notes: Chronic Illness
Girding my loins for battle
Published in
2 min readApr 30, 2024
On days when my body
is slated for medical inspection
I take special care
as with a new lover
what will they make of this skin
of these eyes, of my hair?
On days when my body
is slated for medical inspection
I take special care
as with a new lover
what will they make of this skin
of these eyes, of my hair?
Come for the insights on aging, leave with a doggie bag full of frogs and exoplanets. Now more poems about vacuuming! she/her/hers