Simple things matter
Uninterrupted silence
Communication
Colored pencils and warm socks
Wait, what was I doing now?
Simple things matter
Uninterrupted silence
Communication
Colored pencils and warm socks
Wait, what was I doing now?
What odd sensations
My tongue feels false in my mouth
Metallic, slug-like
Fingers and toes feel blunted
As if stubbed repeatedly
I defy the thought
I chose to weather with you
Every season’s gift
Summer’s fruit, Autumn’s harvest,
And Winter’s delicate kiss.
Chemo brain is real
Second guessing every move
Doubting what you said
Or what your thought you had said
Or when you thought you said it.
A new injection,
Each day keeps me from sickness.
Small bandages are forming,
Constellations along the-
Equator of my body.
Thursday was harder.
Like a freight train, it hit me-
This was expected.
And I got through it okay,
Tomorrow will be better
Not every poem,
Will glitter and sparkle so –
No matter how much,
You polish or cut away,
Some will be rough and tumble.
It is days like these,
that you must laugh at yourself,
and your misfortune.
Romance and food poisoning:
What more could /this/ woman want?
Ripen on the vine
Sweet grape ready for harvest
A moments pleasure
Without the satisfaction
Your femininity sour.