*written on the spot tonight, inspired by annoyance*
“we’re a medical family”
so we talk about arthritis,
we talk about antibiotics, diarrhea, cystitis
about urinary tract infections and back pain,
we talk about diabetes, blood pressure and weight gain.
about sinus infections and tonsils and acne,
warts, constipation, rashes and weak knees,
broken limbs and bumps and melanoma,
fissures and tumors and haematoma.
polyps and flu and blurry vision,
colonoscopy, precautions and kidney aneurysm,
a common cold or headache, nausea, thrombosis,
nothing to hide in our diagnosis.
until we are lazy and never get out of bed,
because for some silly reason we can’t get out of our head.
until we’re forgetting our granddaughter’s name,
because our neurons are tangling inside our brain.
until we are thinning in front of the mirror,
but no slim reflection could make us touch dinner.
until the compulsions have become excessive,
and we know there’s no need but the thought is obsessive.
so here’s to creams and butters and lotions,
to capsules and powders and pills and potions.
so go to the cabinet for symptoms and signs,
but you’ll get over it if it’s just in your mind.