The Doctor, Part 23

Contaminated me:

I am
working the floor,
pushing against the earth
only
eighty times,

I push against the drugs,
each push,
a shove,
a shotgun blast
against the
sinister fatigue,
at the end
everything in me
is tight,
my mind like a wheel,
fury trembling through
the last pushes,
circles of water
drop from my eyes
to the blue mat beneath me,

eighty-one,
Cecilia,
eighty-two,
Tess,
eighty-three,
did not
sign up,
eighty-four
for this,
eighty-five,

I let go,
fall
and wonder on the floor
if I would work
so hard
if it was
just me.

 

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