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September 30, 2009 in About burning, affliction, Depression: moderate, love, Poem, Reflection | Tags: aunts, cancer, class, death, dying, job, no hope, organs, terminal, tired, weary | 5 comments
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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