ecstatic confessions
I’M DONE WITH CANCER:
just when u all were threatening to stop reading me
i agree it’s been a time of metastatic-confession
and it’s over for now
you may miss it +beg me to return with my radioactive
wordplay my surgeons have both run away one to
Greece+the Peloponnese the other to the Mayo
where they took my great grandmother Molly at 33
5 kids +dead before the youngest turned 3 Uncle Louie
the sweetest bookie in the family
so i’m done with cancer you just wait and see come back
dear readers + i will regale u with endless stories of sunshine
daffodils +pigs be careful what u ask for
pure Carlton card hell +u thought cancer was maudlin! but
you’ll stick around ’cause everyone wants their hope on a
platter with the fucking thanksgiving roast-pig
this may come as a shock but hope thrives i mean THRIVES
in the bowels of my local cancer hospital where the emaciated
feast on Miss Vickies smile at bald children +hope they’re still
here in a year?
hey how ’bout in 3?
PLEASE GIMME 5 my big bro’s BIG ASK
He was given 2
and ran with them
all the way to Mexico where he bought pinátas
for the children of strangers
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(I have always depended on the kindness of strangers..
Miss Blanche Dubois .. Streetcar Named Desire)
FALL 2024 ..Happy 5784 ..The Year of the Doorkeeper..+signs showing the way..✡️
songanddancegirl 