The things I could do
I could check up on that lung nodule.
See if that old tumor of mine is growing back.
Attempt a sleep study to figure out
why I claw and bite in my sleep.
Inspect that pain in my abdomen.
Inquire about my prolactin,
if I’m even ovulating at this point.
Get new glasses.
Fill my cavities.
See a therapist.
Get diagnosed for any number
of the things I’m pretty sure I have,
like POTS or Ehlers-Danlos or autism.
I could live in a body
that doesn’t constantly feel like an enemy,
and not worry about the debt collectors
lining up like the Catholics at sacrament,
eating bites of me one by one.