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In Discomfort

Oh, how prominent the body
when it does but hurt.
When it works,
it’s the slovenly servant
(each not as pretty or clever
or fast
as others in its class.)
But when it pains,
the servant reigns.
We supplicate, cajole,
pretend to ignore,
pray for, hold
(in its arms), pledge allegiance to
(hoping for a truce.)
It is not amused; it is not
amused.

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