I never asked you for a spare shoulder.
I couldn't. Weakness will eat away
at the lining of the body if you let it.
And then what will I have, after that
flesh-devouring disease, aside from my
vulgarly exposed insides leering back at me
from a mirror image I can't avoid glimpsing?
I'd rather not see myself that way.
I want to feel my spine inside of me,
not examine it for fractures.
I want you to know the person I've tried to be,
not the way life has plotted to reshape me.

01/03/2007

Posted on 01/04/2007
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