Tuesday
a day of extended anxiety
“on” for the job
“on” for my class
and just for kicks
when I’m tired
enough
to rest my head
a phone call
cancer is terminal
again
nothing the doctors can do
six months
twelve months
lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore
cancer is a carnival worker
smiling to my family, leering at them
a two for one special
and if you’re really nice
a third for free
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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September 30, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Val
I send my love all the way from here over there to you medicatedlady. HUGS
Fuck cancer.
September 30, 2009 at 4:12 pm
jessiecarty
I 2nd the fuck cancer.
The only thing good it ever did was give you a reason to write that poem.
The carnival lines are epic!
October 1, 2009 at 10:11 am
medicatedlady
Thanks, Val & Jessie
October 1, 2009 at 9:40 pm
Patrice
Oh EmEll… my heart does a thump when I read your words. Sending peace, thinking comfort, feeling pain – aching for you and yours.
October 4, 2009 at 1:12 pm
poeticgrin
It’s like someone okayed your family to be attacked lately. You guys need a break. For real.