LOVE SONGLOVE SONG
I recognise
that I’m a slave to my own body
just by taking a drink or a breath
getting up or lying down to sleep
waiting in the doctor’s waiting-room
or busily settling the accounts at month’s end
I know this and it pains me
to be enslaved my own body, just by
going up or down the stairs
throwing open the window onto the street
for a breath of fresh air
or closing it against the chill wind of evening, and those niggling little drafts.
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