Woman with PCOS Describes Aversion to Tests
Each cold chair haunts me,
staples past bodies & decisions
to the over-waxed floor.
Nurses prickly and sweet
stick needle after needle
into scarred flesh. There is no blood left,
no room to take me into,
where my hormones are not abnormal.
There never is an answer
just test the body, so the doctors know
it’s still living.
My breathing is slow,
as the stethoscope pierces my heart
this muscle beats irregularly
as long as it doesn’t stop, I’ll be fine—