Death looms so heavily over my head
my rusty, resistant knees buckle under the pressure
because there is nothing left in my power but to pray.
It’s been so long, I don’t think I even remember how to
but it’s all I can do to keep from feeling completely helpless
against the inevitable foe.
“If it’s unavoidable, at least make it quick and as painless as possible.”
“Oh, and fuck cancer.”