Mixed Signals

Another day of paradox,
Courtesy of an odd body
That aches extra, getting good news,

That feels pleasant, learning some doom.
The lab and test results at dawn
Predicted acceleration

Of coming disintegration
Just as the torso felt better
And the thoughts seemed inclined to joy.

You never were an antenna,
Never good at reading the room,
You might as well ignore this flesh,

Or, better yet, ignore the news
And concentrate on contentment.