Bloom Indira Fernando Illnesses flowered in my abdomen, So I grew around it, Vines stretching over cracking trellises, Curling to accommodate nails and pill bottles, My leaves spelt out each prescription, And my flowers wilted at each doubtful question, I stretched so my growth was as chronic as my pain, And slowly I begin to overtake it, My branches become thicker than my patient notes, And my fruits more abundant than the rot, All at once and over an era, […]
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