this is not time

I carry memories with me
like drugs in a pocket.

September seems so far away,
but it is less than a month.

Can't believe it is 2026
and I am turning 44. 

My daughter just turned 12,
and I am battling cancer again.

I don't even remember 
what it's like to be normal.

the five years between sobriety and cancer
was the sweet spot. 

time is much more
than a construct.