A Letter to Illness

This blog would be incomplete without some of my ditties posted on facebook while in India:

Undear Violent Illness,
You are an unwelcome visitor,
like a neighbor who just can't take the hint.
You show up unannounced
and knock me into the fetal position,
...squeezing my organs with unexpected might.
Projectile, explosive, spasmodic,
You make me want a narcotic.
You are stronger and smarter,
and my efforts to avoid you feel ill-informed.
You make me want my mom.
Don't come round here no more,

Amanda