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.