Why do you let this me live
with this militant limb battling
the life out of me?
You won't let me cut it off
and you won't let it heal.
I can only grimace at her hideous sight.
Sometimes she will detach herself
but always she will return
to taunt me again like an iron-on
stuck to my skin.
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29 September 2005
(revised 10 August 2006)
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