“You will never have a greater opportunity to learn to love your enemy, than when your enemy is your own red blood.”
By Button Poetry
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Never say the words, “This is not my life.”
This pain that wakes you, screaming into the muzzle of the night,
that woke your lover, chased her to another room,
This fevered fainting. This tremoring chest.
These lungs like a mangled kite. This panic like a cave of bats.
This nurse drawing blood wearing doubled gloves.
This insurance doesn’t cover that.
This hurried paycheck of a doctor after doctor after doctor.
This stethoscope that never hears your heart.
This hospital bed. This fluorescent dark.
This savior prescription with side effects worse than the disease.
This please, let me have one month where I read more poems
This not knowing what the test will say.
This airplane’s medical emergency landing.
The shame when you can’t walk, shame when you can’t fuck,
shame when you’re home alone sobbing on another Friday night.
Say, “This is my life. This is my precious life.”
This is how badly I want to live.
Say sometimes you have to keep pulling yourself up by the whip,
take punch after punch to the face forward,
to the head up,…