{"id":3937,"date":"2019-05-07T08:44:50","date_gmt":"2019-05-07T08:44:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=3937"},"modified":"2019-05-03T14:47:52","modified_gmt":"2019-05-03T14:47:52","slug":"the-skin-i-wear-by-wendy-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/2019\/05\/07\/the-skin-i-wear-by-wendy-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"‘The skin I wear’ by Wendy Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"

The skin I wear<\/span><\/p>\n

The skin I wear is a covering<\/span>
\nfor my bones and flesh<\/span>
\nand I’m glad it holds it in<\/span>
\nbut wonder sometimes<\/span>
\nwhy and sigh<\/span>
\nabout the pain I’m in.<\/span>
\nIt’s not as if I’ve fallen<\/span>
\nor didn’t watch where I was going,<\/span>
\nI was plodding on quite well I thought<\/span>
\nand tried to do what I’d been taught –<\/span>
\nI enjoyed it all in a way.<\/span>
\nCan I use a vacuum cleaner?<\/span>
\nWhy do you ask? I used to<\/span>
\nwork full time and be the breadwinner<\/span>
\nand I can’t help wondering whether<\/span>
\nyou would have asked that of a man.<\/span>
\nI can somehow think you know<\/span>
\nI’m still here in a way,<\/span>
\nI think so, anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n

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