sometimes
when people ask
what it's like,
and i am tired
of rattling off symptoms
that will never
really sink in,
i tell them
about my school lunches.
how at first
everything was normal.
in second grade
i had
PB&Js
and carrot sticks.
then
in fifth grade
the headaches first started.
so the PB&Js,
eaten in our tiny cafeteria,
got put on gluten free bread,
as we searched for
something to blame
for my pain.
for a while
that was it.
then
things got worse.
high school lunches
saw dairy go
and sugar
and lots of
little things
in between.
because no single food
is worth
my joints flaring
or my headaches
making thinking impossible.
the last two years
of high school,
things got worse still.
and at last
even school itself
got removed from school lunches.
i tell them this
and maybe then
they will understand
how robbed
i sometimes feel
of normal.
give me
my PB&Js
back.
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the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness
Poetryone person's reflection on living with fibromyalgia