I had a woman sitting beside me
   with an ignorant self-esteem,
   determined to cure me,
   dying to play doctor.
                    …
The internet says no acidity,
   she backed it with her financial degree
   —sometime in 1970.
                    …
      Not with a medical chart,
      or the pokes and prods—
      not with the seven years
      for a proper diagnosis.
                    …
I have a cousin with the same thing,
   as if that thing
   wasn’t anything.
   But   I    have    Crohn’s Disease
                    …
      where my intestines bleed
      [I’ve tried…believe me…]
      I ate your so-called cure salad.
                    …
Yet, everyone wants a say,
   be the expert of the day,
   when the disease belongs
                               to someone else.