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Case History
(No one to talk to
And nothing to write a poem about,
Nothing to be afraid of
No medicine for this pain.)
100. I will die sooner or later
93. But that is not the point.
86. One grandmother had arthritis
79. And the other died under anesthesia.
65. I was born amid friends, a tiny thing,
58. But even then my mother could not bear me
51. And my father's love was too great,
44. More than he had asked for,
37. More than was called for
30. In this dark world.
16. Love expands to fill space.
9. Excuse me. I am allergic to sulfa.
2. I drink three cups of coffee a day
And am silent.
- Sally Clay
January 10, 1987