poem from a few months ago, now that it's not quite that raw

[devohoneybee]

Damn You, Neruda

There are times when poetry
holds its tongue.
So I look inside,
to the place it usually squeaks out of,
and poke around in there.
Today, three things poke back:Gaza, Fergusson, and cancer.
 Last things first:
A week ago today a small cancer
was removed from my breast.
I am, shall we say, sitting with this.
My friends tender me almost

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[catdragon_]

And blessed be my friend

[devohoneybee]

thank you, my friend.