Fingers that are there, but not there
the numbness growing into pain
five needles straight into the nerve
make it zing and twang and spasm.

Not a demon or a jinn, is this neuritis
just a stupid angry nervous nerve
that will steal not just a finger but a hand
if left to its own devices.

Not a voodo doll to stick the needles in
just a middle-aged and average arm
that zings and twangs and spasms
while they lull old Neurit back to sleep.

Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-02-24 at 07:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem a lot, and I admire it for three reasons:

It's well-written

It's an interesting poem about something utterly mundane

Despite being about something utterly mundane, it made me uncomfortable.

You've done it all.

It sounds like it should be a jinn," a Neurit, a hostile imp that should be twice forged in the deepest caverns of the underworld!!"

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
ouch : (