Dread Disease

You asked

to know

on the first day
of long hours
spent negotiating freedoms

About my disease
– the cancer you conjure from

your book of fears…

and then

I was not yet
moving to the lullaby of night

But yesterday

the
‘hateyou.bitch.don’tyougetme?’

metastasized

I said

(At least, it’s
what I meant…)

‘Yes – I have a
tumour darling – it’s all in the mind,

and aren’t we
all dying?

one bitter day at a time?’

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