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Mar 2017
Sometimes I wish you’d cover me in polk-a-dots
big and bright polk-a-dots
scattered from my blonde head
to my long toes

I wouldn’t care what color
pink
or
green
or
red
just big and bright
for her to see
and him to see
so maybe they’d understand
that you are real
and that I am not crazy

Can’t you do it?
just for a day
cover me in polk-a-dots
you do so many other things
from making my fingers tingly
to making my legs wobbly
to making me feel like I’m on fire

Can’t you do it?
even one little polk-a-dot
Please!
so they can see
that you are real
and  that I am in pain
A poem about living with an invisible illness.
Krystle Duke
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