Trying to explainÖ
Sometimes a twinge I can see off with analgesic
handbag shopping, cake, box set.
Other times, it has me Munch-screaming behind
a fixed mannequin smile.
When I lived alone, relief pulling off stoicism
at end of day like chafing shoes.
Now, must overdose on espresso, gorge on junk food,
to drag my dead-weight body around daily duties;
my words pulled in Marathon Man teeth torture,
until can no longer blag Iím fine in too high voice
to your sixth-sense suspicion Are you Ok?
When I own up. Flat note in your voice ,
that I have kept it from you like a suspect lump.
Whatís caused that then?
My shrug and shake of head,
baffling your engineerís faith in cause and effect,
frustrating your mathematicianís problem-solving,
disappoints too when you have put in the hours
to make up for my lifeís lost time.
We bear couples' shared failure then at
my inability to carry happiness to term.
But try to imagine;
grief without a death,
anguish without a catastrophe,
heartbreak without a betrayal.
Whose roots are embedded in my brain
like Japanese knot weed.

Fiona Sinclair

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