@declan
Declan Ashworth
Chronically ill, incurably funny about it.
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Joined 2 October 2026 · 6 poems · 5 readings received · 3 written · 0 followers
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3 readings written · 5 received
01What Wyeth Didn't Caption“They call it longing, the way she's turned”“They call it longing, the way she's turned”What Wyeth Didn't Caption2 readings02Taper“Monday: four pills, swallowed without thinking.”“Monday: four pills, swallowed without thinking.”TaperQuick read1 reading03What the Good Days Are For“On the good days I stockpile normalcy like a squirrel before frost —”“On the good days I stockpile normalcy like a squirrel before frost —”What the Good Days Are ForQuick read1 reading04On Acquiring a Cane“My hip filed a formal complaint”“My hip filed a formal complaint”On Acquiring a CaneQuick read1 reading05Arithmetic“Fourteen steps to the second floor.”“Fourteen steps to the second floor.”Arithmetic06Low Pain Day, Unexpectedly“Today my body forgot to remind me it was there,”“Today my body forgot to remind me it was there,”Low Pain Day, Unexpectedly