A week ago, I felt dissatisfied.
I’d been a little off for several days.
I may not have complained enough – I tried
to weather symptoms and to get more rest
and also less caffeine. I didn’t hide
conditions, but nobody really asked.
I kept them to myself, in part from pride,
but more to grow accustomed to the phase
and learn from living what can’t be denied.

(Magic 9)

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