I embrace your jabs into muscle.
It proves I am alive as my legs
contort into convulsed appendages.
You keep my eyes open at night
to watch the moon disappear into sunlight.
I walk with zombie gait to the coffee pot
to share communion with your generosity.
Maneuvering through a fogged brain I scramble words
with speech and pen to form nothing phrases
that pass as conversation or strained intellectualism.
This Valentine ’s Day I will gift you with
heart shaped chocolate from my inner child
who surfaces in tantrums when she doesn’t
get to play without your constant attendance.
Dear Fibromyalgia, we are inseparable,
but I think it is time for you to move on.
I am thinking a one room apartment in Siberia
would be the perfect place for you to retire.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Mary at Real Toads challenged us
to write a love letter to something
we have no love for...