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I realized that I am already
working on the "Cancer" poems.
This fascinates me, in that
clearly my only form
of release lies in scribbling
words. Is that what normal
people do? What is "normal?"
I think the concept of defining
what is or isn't normal is
slightly out of place. Flies
may linger in the window,
seeking a way in. But they
may only enter if I open
my window. Oh, but what if
that window is open? There
is the mind-boggler! Not on
to let that much of the outside
inside. Health Care Workers
have two different voices. Some
are twitching about me like
birds "understanding." Others
bark at me series of
questions as if I'm in a
verbal quiz. What in the
hell happens if I give the
wrong answers? Early days,
they say. Treatment options
they promise. Pieces of
paper and machines. Machines
and pieces of paper. Waiting.
Oh dear Lord the waiting is 
the worst. News channel
on the television. Months
out of date magazines
with mostly advertisements. 
That's not too bad, though.
Bring sheets of paper and
a pen. I am, after all,
working on the 
"Cancer" poems.