The word swaddle is like a womb

or so they say–there can be comfort
in restraint. I try and retry words
in my halfwise mouth.

Lymphoedema. Many syllables
in this diagnosis. I must wrap my leg
so that it will stop growing. And wrap
is not kind, is not swaddle. 

Swaddle,
and swole. I eschew multi-syllablism.
Lymphoedema–you could say wordy.
All words are
worlds, are mirrors. I can see myself
growing.