I started this two years ago, put it away, and have since dragged it back out to tinker with so I can include it in my thesis. The line breaks still aren’t where/how I’d like them to be, and the 2nd stanza is not quite right either. So the thinking and tinkering will continue…
Just a pinch,
then small talk as the
needle punctures my skin.
Retraction then forward motion.
A push against bone as the nurse works
to advance the catheter into my vein.
Given the times I’ve sat and received like this,
I should be able to breathe during this routine
to make bearable an invisible disease, but
these warm blankets are not a cocoon.
My limbs fall slack only when
the room grows Benadryl dim.
Only then am I lulled to sleep,
my ears filled with the hum
of the medicine pump’s
Photog. Writer. Feminist. Anglophile. Bibliophile. AS Warrior.
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