Fuck Cancer

My Mom fought cancer and blessedly survived. My Dad has had cancer on multiple occasions and still battles skin cancer with alarming regularity. Now my beloved dog, the Keeshond Lily, is fighting for her life against an aggressive liver cancer. Research cancer, contest cancer, defeat cancer. Damn cancer to oblivion in a medical textbook with diseases we used to worry about but have managed to eradicate. 

A Certain Poetry

A turn of hips/ Those glistening lips/ A Bea, Melissa, Susan- above all sweet Susan about whom I scribe as nostalgia and catharsis/ In this darkening hour, in the waning days and different ways/ I love you all