Hypochondria
In
the silent midnights of my life,
my
body whispers;
my
legs tell thrilling tales of thromboses,
and
my cough recalls all it ever knew
of
bacilli and bronchitis.
A
heaviness around my heart
recalls all the warning signs
I
once dismissed,
and
my stomach’s rebellion
at
a too-late meal
consists
of dire warnings
that
this might
not
be
just
heartburn.
A
twinge, an ache, a muscle cramp
portend
the suffering to come.
I
envision all…
and
free fall off sleep’s cliff,
dreaming
of funerals
all
the way down.
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