My body growls

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

Angry, tensed
My body growls and
Complains of neglect.
Not so subtle jabs of pain
To remind me that it exists
And that it needs attention.
It argues, fiercely
at times
Steadily and unsteadily
Disappearing to time.

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