The physiotherapist

My boy therapist took me down .
He is Apollo for my outgrowing.
My limbs outgrow my existence,
Thanks to an Apollo who grows.

My limbs flow from static gown,
The benchmark for outgrowing.
Apollo shall be a benchmark too
For the death I wear on my body.

(Please read Anne Sexton’s poem Sylvia’s death)

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