My doctor called today to tell me
that my cells were abnormal
and required further attention.
When can I come in for more tests?
The news left me strangely calm.
I have always thought that life is overrated.
I'm tired from the effort it takes
to fix a smile on my face
nod and pretend to care
about the petty problems of Yahoos
when I have enough to deal with
living in my own sorry skin.
Being told I have only a short time left
would be a blessing.
I would move to a loft in the city
high above the dirty streets
with a neon light in the window
and an oven big enough
to house a head.
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