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.