"Complaint Form"

Complaint Form

She says,

"That doesn't sound good,"

when I tell her

the latest health news.

She's racked with pain

every day

from her arthritis,

still listens in sympathy.

Those two organs,

my kidneys, aren't quite right,

so important, it's not like

I have a spare in the fridge.

I was born with two

and I managed to fuck them both up,

not without a little help from my doctors.

Did they know the pills

would affect me this way?

Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.

Or maybe they just didn't care (enough).

November 20,2015

prompt:  thing poem