If it is too much to wear a mask
for thirty-four seconds
in the peppers and carrots aisle,
Imagine what it feels like
to stab your abdomen
with a gigantic Dexcom CGM needle
every week or so,
Taping a foreign device on your body
through showers and swimming pools,
on your wedding day
donning a mask again at happy hour
To be privileged by virtue of the pain
we don’t discuss
The incessant buzzing in your ear
that something is almost always ‘wrong’
What if we were just kind enough
to care about it all
about each other
anyway?