Clarity is not the Case

Held in the grip, again
The ache, the twist
The lower curve of my S
The skeletal flow
Now flat out on the hard cold floor

Suprisingly clarity is not the case
One would think with all these hours
Of ceiling study
One could plan one's life out in minute detail

And all I can think of is the bloody pain
And how am I going to enter into negotiation
...with my back

To convince it to stand
To bear weight
And ascend the stairs to bed

I tell it firmly, I have no intentions of spending the night

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poem by Lisa Deer
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