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October 14, 2014
fabled life by jungle-slang is wonderfully written and takes care to touch a subject that hits close to home for many.
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i.
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
they divide.
ii.
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i want to talk to my grandmother's cells,
i want to tell them they can be alive
and not kill her.
but first,
i have to catch the moon,
i have to visit hades and bargain with beautiful music,
i have to sell my voice for legs,
i have to sail the ocean blue in search of a good reason why cancer can't just be what it is.
iii.
this is not a fabled life
and i cannot talk to cells,
beetroot doesn't bleed because it has no blood,
cells are never starlike.
the last goodbye will be hard,
but while i can kiss her cheek before i go to school
i will.
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The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
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this is so touching and beautiful and sad......mostly sad, but a wonderful work. it's true, that there's no way out, and that there's this awkward helplessness. very impressive expression of your feelings<3