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Years ago, my friend had a ganglion cyst, right on her wrist.
Fluid build-up. Best to let it rest.
Don’t aggravate the joint.
It’ll go away on its own.
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Some days, I think memory is a bit like that.
A build-up in oft-agitated joints,
The nerve bundle harmed by relentless back-and-forth that has become
habit,
Become routine.
It goes away on its own, quiet as a last breath stealing out of a lung.
Fades as time wears on.
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Other times, it’s more like a broken bone, never healed right.
You remember the crack, the pain, the wrong-ness
of the displaced shards of calcium.
You remember the painstaking, irritating, frustrating process
of healing and relearning simple tasks.
.
On rainy days, the bone twinges.
On rainy days, you are right back to the break.
.
—you can always wait for the sun (y.c.)