dearcancer (ok i’ll stop now)
gofuckyourself
too easy too predictable
hit the roadjack and don’t u
come back no mo
that’s better
but all fall on deafcancergod ears
uncle c wants u ! picture the picture
silver haired man intense nose pointing
right at u
i want u bitch
so don’t huddle masses live dammit! fly
out of that hospicebed you’re lighter now
’cause of how much u bled !
but i saw the hallelujah moment u rising
the others too notmyfirstrodeo
all the simple doctors who say: 3-6 months for grieving
or we’ll haul u kicking +screaming
to a white room withwhitecurtains
so little understanding of what we are
so many away that day at med school
we’re tribal in our DNA pack animals
herders of children gnaw off a paw for
a feeble father walk over coals to reclaim
human remains unless yer so wounded
you just howl all night +leave yer kinfolk unclaimed
this happens frequently the modern era not what
it’s cracked up to be dear cancer why r u so angry?
so fucked up? can we get u a cup of tea? or some
therapy?
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Winter 2020
songanddancegirl 