This poem brought to you by the letters P and I, and the word “autoimmune”
coming to you live from the floor pillow in Tech Boy’s office
nobody
understands
the triggers,
not really.
panicking
bodily
limits choice:
hunker down,
ride it out.
This poem brought to you by the letters P and I, and the word “autoimmune”
nobody
understands
the triggers,
not really.
panicking
bodily
limits choice:
hunker down,
ride it out.