Room 361

The lack of visits allowed me

to push away cancer

like starving children

in foreign countries.

The minutes were sucked

into ghost walls.

Through the tiny glass

window we saw the pale pate

shine under abrasive

lights. It flopped in our direction

at the sound of knocking.

I tried to blend

into my brothers’ bodies

to mute the reverberations

of every cell in her body

at war with each other.

When she called,

I emerged from the fabrics

of my family

to connect my supple flesh

with her translucent paper

skin with as little pressure

as possible.

We all whispered in her ear.

I didn’t dare say,

“See you soon.”


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