dadstimeon Posted April 27, 2005 Share Posted April 27, 2005 By Terry Teague Meyer I'm looking forward to Memories of cancer. Then, I will stroke thick tresses, Trying to recall When an alien occupied my bathroom mirror Refusing to yield, never cracking a smile Despite my lectures on the importance of A positive attitude I am dreaming of memories of cancer When Fridays will not find me tethered and mindless Waking unaware of when I slept Or what is invading my veins In that Futureland of health and possibilities I will recall haloed in pastel Candy, Sharian, Goldie—angels all Drawing blood and dispensing poison, With warm efficiency, wit and sarcasm To us bald or bewigged Shriveled or attractive Sleeping and alert—mindful all We’re skating on thin ice Cold blackness just beneath. It was always there but we couldn’t see Didn’t imagine… When it comes to death, we are all adolescents. See you next week, tomorrow, we say I’m off to the hospital, my job, the rest of my life Long may it be. I’m looking forward to Memories of cancer When soapy hands in the shower Will not encounter inhuman parts Or notice the missing In that normal wonderland of Before I will dry my perfect body, arrange my hair And dress especially nice To stride into the rest of my life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindi o'h Posted April 27, 2005 Share Posted April 27, 2005 thanks, Rich. poignant. Cindi o'h Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lisa O Posted May 9, 2005 Share Posted May 9, 2005 wow.... to dream... thanks for sharing! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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