Thrasher's Call

I don’t have an autoimmune disease, but I’ve felt the creeping pain, the unease of my own limbic system turned to inward assault, flipped hostile, rejecting, searching for fault, over-sharp antigens, eager to kill any slight deviation, as if I were ill just by nature of difference – or even of rumor that surely my heart is malignant with tumors — and I think what I’m saying is, deep in the bone, I know how it hurts when your body’s not home.