Insurance

A Poem

Movement downstairs.

I seize on the floor, wrapped

in a blanket, naked underneath.

 

“I don’t want to be an object. Beatrice,

Beatrice, stop haunting me.”

 

Over and over and over, I

 

seize on the floor. Bright flash.

Their insurance: my disability.

Este poema es de mi poesía autopublicada War of Will , y se puede encontrar en Etsy y Apple Books.

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