Diagnosis by Michelle Everett

Michelle Everett

all my
poems taste
like used
bedpans i
seen a
woman bleed
from experience
once it felt
like only
3 cancers
later &
still a
funeral to
abandon i
only sleep
now to
hear her
in my

Michelle Everette is a metaphor.

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