A year ago I sat in a hospital waiting room after being told I had a rare and aggressive 10″ sarcoma tumor behind my left kidney and thought how much and how quickly life had changed, and this lowku appeared in my mind. It’s a good one.
Death sneaks into your mind
looks around
rearranges the furniture
They removed the cancer and kidney and other assorted oddities and I seem to be fine, again. My first cancer in 2005 was enough. My 2nd now is way more than enough. Let’s not have a third.
Wife had eye cancer in 2017, has no vision in it now. And our cat died in 2016 from cancer. I know half dozen poets fighting it right now. You can’t poison the environment like we have past 200 years without paying for it one way or another, and this is one of the ways.