Victims or warriors? Can cancer truly create a personality that exudes false positivity? To act evasivly by smiling and saying everything is great when its not truly is an act of self victimization. To whom do we vent our internal state? A support group, good friend, spouce, family member?
Walking up to my weatherproof face Say, “you look great,” (With the implied italics on the great.) My invalidly clear skin, Such wise wild eyes, Naturally open up wide, “Wow, you look great!“ Could you spare a surprise? Shuddering at the danger of such a storm Surging through my veins like an impulse Holding back […]
(Dedicated to chemotherapy) Steal the scent of aftermath, Of rivers, ponds, waterfalls, of Mangled limp leaves, blown Around. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon Do the arithmetic: What’s left outside after a storm? Rain leaves its distinct message: More precisely, less understood Oily ascension from the earth Reaches to encounter rising […]
My ugly secrets hide beneath my thin skin. Infinitely fighting in my lonely final tour, Not making the cut for A battalion of beautiful survivors who stared directly into the eyes of the freshly dead. Limping home and stitched together, held upright on a single crutch. Marching in the endless parade They inch away for […]