Monday, September 3, 2007

Cancer, Again

Things i know


my sandal just broke
it is the only shoe I love

an ugly scar gets uglier
the 4th time you are cut down the middle

cancer grows
and feels like a bad rejecting lover

you hold two ends of the rope
and play wanting a kiss

things seem bad, dad says
I could care less if you die of cancer

says mom well when you get back from
the pet scan go get me cigarettes

which you breathed every day of your life
with the truths self evident


created equal is an ideal
6 cm tumor is the reality

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