Poem by Doniell Cushman
If this is your first hypoglycemic event, welcome
We're shaky, we want to vomit, but we're okay
In fact, I did an entire Target run on hypoglycemia and I didn't puke
But I wanted to
Instead I'd visibly swoon
Then rub my upper collarbone
Where the skin tags are
And my sister insisted we leave
But I wouldn't
And I made it
You could too if you gritted your teeth
Can you bear it?
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