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? © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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