The steroids may disrupt your sleep

so here is the nowness of now
minus the apple blossom
pale slab of bed at 4am
rise and fall of an internal sea
the familiar vice
set in jelly milliseconds
presses and presses
secrets open like lips
kiss my face and my fingertips
cut through flesh with dirty truths
I'm skinned
eyelidless
frantic

the ceiling shadows squat like malevolent toads
and spit on my regret


This is a poem about the after effects of chemotherapy. Im very pleased to be moving away from all of this! Been out for a meal tonight with fella and friends. Can't believe I feel this well so soon. My thoughts are with others who still have some way to go.