Mostly, Cancer.
Pretty much, Cancer.
I go to work
Cancer answers my emails.
The dog shits on the rug
and I clean it up with Cancer.
You tell a joke
and Cancer laughs.
And mostly I hope you don’t notice,
I’d like to think I’m on Sesame Street
during the early years
before Mr. Hooper died.
I’m big bird and you can’t see
my shaggy brown elephant,.
but some days I just can’t hide
the sweating and the shaking
and it might look like ’m crying
but it’s the Cancer crying me,
which I understand is neither scientifically accurate
nor logically defendable
and yet somehow the way things are.