Ode to my Insulin Pump

Ode to my Insulin Pump

Every day you are clipped at my waist,
delivering your steady
drip
drip
drip.

Your tubing,
a tether.
Forever piercing my skin,
bridging outside to in.

At night you lie beside me on the mattress.
Or on top of me.
Or under me.
Getting dragged and twisted each time I roll,
leaving imprints of yourself on my skin.
Entangling with the sheets,
to tug at the place where
we join.

Your poison,
delivered with exacting precision,
keeps me alive at small doses,
would kill me
at others.

I hate you.

I hate that I can’t live without you.

I hate how you remind me
every second
of every day
that I am broken beyond repair.

I hate your interminable whisper.
Retinopathy.
Neuropathy.
Cardiac disease.
Amputation.

There are times, too frequent to count,
when I want to throw you through a window.
To see you soar into the sky,
trailing your tether.
Detached.

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Bittersweet. But beautiful!

Beautiful and sad. Thank you.

sad, & Beautiful, i love reading it,.