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FINALLY
A book that doesn’t mention Me
A tiny tome that doesn’t include My
Him
A
fter 7 years it seems she has
moved on
And stopped slamming me in print
Never by name…just by
Terribly clumsy hints


Over and Over

Am I a Kick ass Kickboxing Instructor named Kimmy?
Am I a Happy Go Lucky Brownie?
Am I that woman with the Tits Better than Yours?
Not anymore….

Dear FLB

Thank you for no longer writing about me
Thank you for no longer writing about my Man
The Man that shattered your heart
And breathed Life into your Art
Open Letter to Quiet Light
Was your time time to Depart

He was all you wrote
In too many slight poetry collections
And More and Less
But, Francesca, I digress

I applaud your work
And wish the best for you
Your latest slim novel I hold in my hands
I look upon it as a literary coo

You have inspired me
Your know Cancer
I am a Cancer Dancer

I Dance on Reality with Fleet Feet
Cancer didn’t Kill Me

You have Inspired me

To Write a a Proper Novel

Of True Love

True Survival
Despite All the Odds

Daer Francesca…
for all the terrible things you have written about Me
About Me and Quiet Light
You’ve never Ever gotten it right.
Thank you again for not writing about Him and Me.
We fell in love after he left you
After 7 years, am relieved that you’ve decided to let things Be
Sorrow, Loss..You have Yours
Until you’ve Danced with Cancer
You’ve no idea…

It’s More than you can possibly Imagine
than you can imagine

Truly More Than You Can Ever Know, Francesca

This post will stand for only a day
And then will go away

And

And the Band Played on
Even when
Even When

The Cancer was gone

Who am I now?
Not quite sure
And the Band Played On
And on but how

How do I be me again?
And the Band Played On
Life just keeps that relentless rhythm
I’ll be a Better Me soon…just when?

And So

And so it HappenedAnd it Happened to Me
It Happened to We

And it Broke our Heart
Small Bastard Tumor
Tried to screw us over with such quiet art

That’s how it works
Sneaks up and snatches your soul
Makes you ache to grow old

It’s early yet
this cancer fight
there’s more yet
Bring it on
If that’s the best you can do
I’ve got news for you

My Husband and I willl take you
down
You’re not a verb
Just a measly noun

Inanimate scourge and waste of time
No match for me and Him.

Your ass is Mine.
 Fuck you cancer we’re done with you
 We beat you ass though and through

Thanx fer playing our game!

I’m No Wonder Woman

Yes I have Cancer
Yes I had both breasts lopped
Off
Thankfully No Chemo
Simply….
35
Radiation
Treatments

5

Days a week
Am almost done.
Am almost done now.

Can’t catch my breath

Have to stay strong for Everyone


I am a Wonder Woman to Everyone but me.

So Tired

Okay I’m done now
I got It
Yep…Cancer
I Got it
It’s not the Cancer
that’s killing me
It’s the Treatment
I Got it
I’m done with
Getting It
I’m done with having
It

I Got it
I Get it

I have It

And it will never end
Get it?

Now

This is me right Now
I try to stop thinking of the Why
don’t try to understand the How

Just hold tight in knowing
that no matter what comes next
I will never stop Growing

This is how I look. Now this is Me
I have  found my way
through a battlefield of Surreality.

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