The highs and lows

10/6/16
WRITTEN BY: Wanda Morrow Clevenger
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when the sugars

go high I know

because my head

starts to ache,

and not in a take two

aspirin and four fingers

of Rosé way

the irritant is

just enough

so I know

the innards

are failing

just enough

to cause blank

stares of knowing

stone statues

of knowing the

innards won’t

improve

with any practical

resistance

even the cure

has deathly side effects,

I know this from

the fine-print

inserts

the innards

are flailing

sputtering

and it’s the

flailing sputter

gives me the

headaches

I read how

human trials

are showing promise

but only for

the long suffering

—step to the back

of the line, ma’am

but the highs

are better than

lows, except

they aren’t

in the long run,

the lows are

more dire

in the moment

the highs

a slower slide

south

my endo gives me

a gold star for keeping

my A1C below target

he doesn’t know how

I’m doing it

I don’t know either


Read “We all fall down” poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger and her harrowing story After They Took My Pancreas.



Wanda Morrow Clevenger

Wanda Morrow Clevenger is a Carlinville, IL native. Over 386 pieces of her work appear in 137 print and electronic publications. She has spent the past three years writing about becoming a Type 1 diabetic and its impact on her daily life.