These Days

Anne Silver

From: Bare Root: a poet's journey with breast cancer. Terrapin Press, 2002

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When I say I'm scared
my friends scoff.
The word they say is

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challenged

I say I'm pissed.
Enlightened nostrils flare.
The word is

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uncomfortable

People cringe at the word
cancer, avoid me
and say on the run,
Darling, you must stop scaring people.
Say:

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illness

I'm furious with my dentist
for putting mercury in my teeth.
Didn't he know it'd leech into my brain?
I'm told to

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chill

Lonely, I cry at night.
I'm told to make peace with

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solitude

If I took an Uzi to the mall,
shot a round or two,
they'd rightly call me:

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misunderstood.

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