Dangerous, Again
makes plans for the future
Dangerous agrees
to leaving if only for a week
Dangerous sees red
in your eyes
feels tall impossibly
small.
Unhinged
it watches the chemo drip misses
blips in the body's tête-à-tête
It says let's sleep
often exclaims
there will be good days ahead this course of drugs
will fix carry you well into the next twenty years
says remission
Dangerous believes all this
thumbs its teeth against the odds
fingers crossed behind its back
[Ronda Broatch, 'Dangerous, Again', from Fire on Her Tongue: An Anthology of Contemporary Women’s Poetry]
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