Invaded
It’s not a matter of consent
or permission to invade
to come within the confines of my body,
nor the medical necessity of timely
intervention,
but the very intrusion itself
and the cutting of skin and tissue,
the breach of orifice
entrance by main force,
breaking from without to within,
external to internal,
the subtle insertion of pipes and wires
the transgression of needles and probes
the incursion of cameras and computers
to break into the inner cavities
among the blood and nerves and organs
that pump away unseen
to effect the running repairs
to keep me alive for another day,
to give me the breath to complain
bitterly
of the pain of violation
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