COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
compartmentalizing grief in order to keep moving forward
when you have cancer,
you grieve your own self...
it's chaos and absurdity made flesh.
to keep going,
keep working,
keep living,
I have to put cancer
in little compartments
in my mind,
while I keep life
in little compartments
in my heart.
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