troubled ovary

The failing of the body, the upheaval
of expected order the ruptures and eruptions releasing
what should be absorbed, wasting what is useful.

My body speaks to me like an elephant. Low, quiet rumbles
nudging up against me to hold me up when I cannot
and gores me when I threaten to loose feeling.

These are tiny whispers of what I will feel like when I am older.
Of what the mind must acknowledge when the body refuses
these are lessons, stretches for the mind.

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