There is nothing you have to start over
except this hat
Everything takes an effort
and when it is too much
it is okay to change the hair of the little plastic doodads
A cancer is a secret my body was holding
and I knew it was there
When they take it out I want to see it
I want to show it to people sitting on my couch
and laugh about it
It was a nothing cancer
not that lethal
while a neighbor wonders around my house looking for his dog I am petting
I never had a strong feeling for gold
but I wear this ring made by my great-great uncle
Was he known
Was he known to be kind
Why didn’t he leave
If class is good I will draw a perfect circle for you all
I never want to leave hot water
Please never fix this typo (if it’s even a typo): “while a neighbor wonders around my house”
There is something so reasonable about wanting to show cancer as object to people. The strangeness and wonder of objects in general!