Lately, I’ve been living
Like a cancer patient
With a terminal diagnosis

As though
Everything were on
Borrowed time

Eat the chocolate
Take the walk
Call the friend

Go to the protest
Smell the rosemary
Write the bad poetry

Take the risk
Ask for the thing I want
Not shy away from the fight

What if these
Are the end times
What fear floats away

Like the dandelion
From the child’s hand

What redolence
Seeps in
To fluff the pillows at night

Got no time
For that

I’m too busy
Over here
Taking care of my own

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