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A Poem for the Chronically Ill Worker
2 min readJan 25, 2022
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I wonder if they called
The supermarket where I worked
Back in college, when
The thought of food
Sent me to the restroom
And some days my arms
Would suddenly give out
While I carried milk
Across the store floor.
I wonder if they heard
About the migraines
With quarter-sized blind spots.
I pray that just saw
The impressive credentials,
The…