Sometimes a pain
In my breast
Cries out ‘Have heart, girl.’
Sometimes I
Dance
Like a snake.
Sometimes inconsolable
I know my
Crippling illness again.
Sometimes, lying back,
I kiss
The hand that mends.
Sometimes at once
I feel heartbreak
With my joy.
Sometimes I recognize it
As an ache,
It is clear to me.
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