Non-Erotic PoetryLosing itShould I be unnerved
by well-wishers and
do-gooders, by talk
of respite in the long term?
I'm oddly detached
as if it's another body
they discuss not this one
that no longer seems mine,
this rebellious rabble
of nerves in denial
and muscles deflated
from forced neglect.
I live on memory
deliberately
not looking forward
because I don't like the view.
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