Two Weeks In

and I almost didn’t notice

today was better, less

consumed by pain and terror.

When I awoke, still in bed,

for a little while I wished for

tender and unhurried sex.

 

Suddenly cancer wasn’t a nightmare,

nor a frightening intruder. It’s become

a foreign cousin, here to stay the year.

 

I got up, shuffled through a little

housework, paid some bills. Opened

the blinds to let the sun into my heart.

Today I kept down lunch, on a hunch

chose tomorrow’s menu. Let myself

want to live again.

 

 

first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

also published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

also published in The Coal City Review

also published in Northern Stars Magazine