FINALLY A book that doesn’t mention Me A tiny tome that doesn’t include My Him After 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….
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 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 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
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.
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?
Almost time to Look Back.
Haven’t finished this trip quite yet.
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.
Photo by: Kasia Mikolajczuk Words by: Me Meme by; My Beautiful Husband Luiz Calado