the pull
of the iud string/
the cramps
from a new one entering,
do not hurt me.

but the crash of a mug that wasn’t mine to break;
or a tiny pebble stuck in my shoe
for each step, bothering, not stabbing;
or something sticky
and i can’t tell what;
or the tag of a shirt;
or an uncomfortable sitting position —
those all make tears
appear
in my eyes.

but actual pain?
worst pain of my life?

nah.