lupus love

U don’t expect relief any more
U expect to grow with it, like a sibling’s familiarity
Either you fuss with pain, and pain you, or your two bent heads
grow close over something else
A distraction the name of your game now, but it doesn’t go away
It’s as central as your inhale.
You get tired some days
The pain does not. So, in it, one day, as if you were a crystal
yard: luminous diamond, rose quartz
Blue lapis slippery frozen stream icy over the horizon, a green
growing thing appears. It doesn’t belong,
Here there is no organic anything, ever
Nothing can sustain it—the dirt–water—sun—lacking– o god o cherish
You grip your hands together you are
not praying it stays a while, you are making heat so it will live.

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