GRIEF Poem: Ankylosing spondylitis, by Amanda Swenson

I tell a man
I can grow a mustache thicker than he

We equate femininity with
hysteria of the uterus

Blood trickling down fleshy female thighs
Perforating gory clothes and sheets and toilet rimmed bowls

But deep deep inside of me
My bones
decompose
From the inside out
And I can’t pronounce the name
of the illness destroying me

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