Cancer killed my mother this year -
the year I have at last arrived at after so long a latency.I have wondered about this year -
fifty.
It's a weighty word in your mouth -
it has to be spit out
like a lemon seed.
It lays on the ground afterward,
hard and sterile.
I've resented this year
since her skin took on the yellow of a bad sepia filter
on some influencer's feed.
Cancer is not coming for me this year -
perhaps a heart attack
or a car accident is in store.
But it won't be cancer.
video: https://youtu.be/lDIGrswWh_I
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