Cancer rising
Creature of habit staring me in the face
Until one of us decidedly blinks
She goes by a number of names
But I know maybe two or three of them
Weeks or months or perhaps years pass
Without any kind of visitation
She’s like a cancer in remission
Alive & well & fully aware of my proximity
Mirrors & ideas & loopholes are everywhere
To me they’re all one in the same
july two thousand twenty-one
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