I watch their backs
As they walk away.
My mom is curved in
Like a bow, my dad might
Be the one to loose the
Arrow. I hate them for
Doing this to me, for
Destroying my tiny ribbon
Of control, for giving me up
Like a flea bitten dog to be
Tested on
Prodded to
Give up my secrets
Explain my silences
Bond with girls who
Seem unlike me as they
Wither and want for
Communication while
I beg
Let me rot
I'm told to lie down for
Blood pressure checks, to
Stand up for another
Blood pressure check-
And then I'm lying
In a crumple of dizziness.
I tried to say I have to get
Up more slowly. I think
I did. Oh hell.
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