After I
swipe off
your wing-feathers
You're
interesting
only for as long
as you face
gravity
like the fucking
rest of us.


The Fibromyalgian's dealings with the disorder, and with the medical establishment that doesn’t know more about it than a patient with Internet access. Plus essays on just about anything.
After I
swipe off
your wing-feathers
You're
interesting
only for as long
as you face
gravity
like the fucking
rest of us.
Posted by
Andy Rooney
at
6:59 PM
Labels: calvin, calvin bandini, fibromyalgian, poem, poems, poetry
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