It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
Who isn’t sick of being Sisyphus, pushing the rock of your body daily, up from the bed? When someone says hypochondriac all I can think is, give me a shot of adrenaline irradiate this burden no pain, no need to gain. So many tried and failed treatments I say give it a name call it, a filament spun into tourniquet anomaly twisted to penalty, an infestation scaling my nerves. ✷ What about heartache? multiple strains of arthritis, hers, her child’s, the husband leaves she’s a power outage a walking specter in bruised daylight what bandage or antiseptic for her plight? was there an expiration date for rupture? pathologic or melancholic, her grieving— a trail of gauze. ✷ A man says, “it’s transient”— he’s seeking ground—a rock the war still resides inside, amps up his sugared house bloody lows and highs, twitchy brood of his eyes a bilious babble, warbles like a bird of necrosis winged psychosis his fractured peace begs for measure.
Suzanne Edison’s full-length book, Since the House Is Burning, was published by MoonPath Press in 2022. Her chapbook, The Body Lives Its Undoing, was published in 2018. Poetry can be found in Bracken, Whale Road Review, Mom Egg Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, JAMA, HEAL, SWWIM Every Day, Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, and in several anthologies including Face to Face: Women Writers on Faith, Mysticism and Awakening, and The Healing Art of Writing, Volume One. Suzanne is a Hedgebrook 2019 alum and teaches writing workshops through UCSF Chronic Illness Center and at Richard Hugo House in Seattle.
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