Like Odysseus,
I've spent months
outsmarting monsters
that don't have names
in ancient Greek.
My cyclops
glows blue
and hums
before each treatment.
The sirens
sound like
good scan results
that teach me
not to celebrate
too early.
Every mile
home
costs more
than the last.
Christopher Nolan
will tell the story
with impossible scale.
Mine
is quieter.
One radiation appointment.
One infusion.
One prayer.
One more day
rowing
toward a version
of home
I haven't met yet.