old iron lungs
they’re looking for nefarious items in my lungs
blacklungdisease? my dignity? of late it has gone
missing cancer a too public thing (oh it’s a thing)
strangers tell you to STEP AWAY from the stretcher
your husband is festering on perhaps they could use
some people skills?
everyone wants a kind of effervescent positivity from you
which has really never been your operendi you’re trying it on
though +it smells like teenspirit long fermented hypocrisy
but NEVERMIND Kurt blew his brains out when Frances
Bean was not yet 2 one of my then child clients said: we can’t
know that therapist yet i insisted on the truth
the child’s grandfather had died in a river grandmother in a
burning bed denial anathema only grieving heals grief
ie., like cures like (whether u like it or not!)
but waiting for a cancer diagnosis is a fucking altered state
sweat-on-palms heart-sakluptnischt (yiddish for heightened
arrhythmic pounding in the chest)
but i don’t feel any of that i simply want these robotic oncology
workers to step out of their robot-suits and surprise me with
some shred of simple humanity
you know the kind where we call pandemics pandemics on day 1
and wars wars especially when walkie-talkies become weapons
of mass destruction
in that case you would have to value TRUTH over SPIN 7 million
plus have already died of the spikey-virus post WHO’s denial who?
(exactly!)
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…the truth knocks on the door.. and you say.. GO AWAY i’m looking for the truth..
so it does!.. (Zen+The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance..Robert M. Pirsig 1974)
Fall 2024 ..new beginnings..💣🌻💣🌻
..and truthfully.. some oncology workers..are loverly🌻
(Ari.. Anne.. Jill.. Steve.. Grace..)
songanddancegirl 