Category: Macro Poetry (Page 1 of 3)
I am eating lunch
I am not fighting cancer.
I am eating my lunch.
And then I am going for
a walk in the overcast
bright of the day.
And then I will go back
to the office and write
some articles. I might
have a snack and
listen to some music.
There is no fighting here.
Just noticed today is the 8th anniversary of my big operation. I’d be eight years cancer free today… if I hadn’t found out two months ago that it’s come back. That stings a bit. Here’s a new poem.
your body doesn’t care
that it’s nearly Christmas
your body doesn’t care
about your birthday
your body will betray you
without checking the calendar
i’m not crying i’m just
bleeding my eyes
like radiators
don’t.