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.
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Oh, sniff. This is a hard one.
Hugs!