Chronically Ill (Poetry)

I didn’t notice my hair until I started losing it—

no consent torn away down the drain.

Dr. X joked, “At least you can Amazon Prime wigs nowadays.”

What a stupid joke.

To be ripped off my scalp overnight and vanish through what I imagine is a slide into the Pacific Ocean.

I wondered what a hairy fish would look like—

Dr. Google said that a fish can appear hairy by a mold

called Saprolegnia or “cotton-mold.”

Funny how my burden can become a fish’s burden

and how I could want to be a fish.

What a stupid thought.