My arm laid bare,
lying there like a naked banana
or flower with its petals peeled back,
I wait while a plastic bag distributes medicine
that burns like acid.
Trapped because of the needle and the tube and the bag on the pole with stupid wheels that do not follow no matter where you go…
not that you are allowed to…
I filter angry emotions like resentment, rage and hate,
feeling pissed at my stupid body and my life
that is so small you would struggle to find it on a map.
By Rebecca L. Atherton
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