Is it magic, when you automatically
correct a low after a gym session
with juice and crackers? Remember,
your body is not on autopilot.
And what about the tech? That first
pump was magic enough, but now
it sends texts to your pocket computer.
How’s that for magic?
If you were meant to have this curse,
how lucky are you to have a mind that adjusts
so easily, or to be alive in a time when
magic is becoming commonplace? Very.
I’ve written about my daughter’s “adventures in diabetes” before.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 13 is to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky, or in this case “just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.”