“Explain to me
Why the pipes won’t stop leaking?
They told me to hold my hands over them
and come back if they keep squeaking.
“It seems it’s just anxiety, how’s your stress, how’s your sleeping?
They told me that
11 times
So explain to me
Why the walls are now rotting
And the floor is caving in?
And why the 12th time I asked for help
They said “we don’t know where to begin”
Number 13 said
“Come back if it gets worse”
I’ve tried figuring it out myself
But being disabled in a world of the rich
That feels like a curse
“You’re too complex for a plumber”
“You’re too complex of a home”
My symptoms are just letters to you
Something to postpone
But this body is hurting me
And this body is my home”
Artwork and poetic statement by @theawkwardorchid
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