Imagine if I weren't medicated….
February 24, 2009 in Poem | Tags: Mother, needles, pain, tb tests
I was called
mother today
and it felt right
not like the stick
in my arm
it was made
to sting, to ache, to burn, to bruise, to bubble, to burst
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