The Lab Tech

The Lab Tech

I love to snap these gloves on my wrist
It’s the main reason I wanted to become a doctor
But now I just take blood
But back then, watching TV, they snap these gloves
And I tell you, it got me.

Specialist

Specialist

Hair white and gray, eyes blue, piercing
Into mine asking delicate questions
About my plans to move to Los Angeles
Waves of emotion come over her face
I can read every thought
She finally looks at me and asks
if I can do this
Poor lady doesn’t know I just prank phone called
A casino two days ago
That I jumped a cliff in Jamaica
And escaped rabbid dogs
That I almost solved a true crime
And bled out on an Airbnb bathroom floor
After I lost my first baby
Lady, it’s ok lady.

Bread

Bread

I wanted to lose weight
It was the first thing I wondered about
When we talked about treatment
Would I finally shed the pounds
But now I’m sitting in bed eating bread
And I’m laughing like a god damned
Chimney sweep on break

The Flowers that Jennings Brought

The Flowers that Jennings Brought

There’s yellow flowers on my nightstand they
Arrived, in a small plastic green cup
Overfilling with joy, even some drooped over
Tired from trying to stand up and
they belong just the same

The Heart

The Heart

Every time there’s a nagging nudge
Or tug on my left arm
At the same time, somewhere, elsewhere, out there
You are hurting just the same
And yet we don’t speak, we don’t even call each other
But our physiology works in tandem
It’s not random, I know flesh doesn’t work that way
But now I can’t come see you
Until after you get a new heart

Jennings

Jennings

You’re just four but you run your hand across my cheek. It’s not your problem, baby.
I’ve bought all the snacks and prepared you for this
You ride down the hill, you’re weightless
I hope you know I’ll climb over it

New Baby

New Baby

I could sleep in two sweatshirts
and a pair of jeans
Cuddled up to my bottle
of levothyroxine-
Right there staring at me. Like a new baby that feels like a stranger-a part of me that sleeps on the nightstand.

Bandits

Bandits

It’s been 5 weeks
Since the swelling reduced itself to
The band of muscles on the right side of my
neck, right in the line of fire to the
Suspicious suspect, holding the stolen
Jewels of cancer cells as if running off with something so important and rare.
Something only you imagine happens in the movies when the bad guys surrender and all that’s left is to find out the why.
The Surgery

Hospital hotel has a
binder with my name,
Hungry and thirsty
I wait and explore the TV
Someone is selling diffusers
and shower wipes.
Before I know it
I wake up to my future self,
a medicated butterfly.

Signals

Signals

Your body can slow you down, the mind
Tried to stay fast, it tried to think but a gap
Stopped between the thought and the idea
I was trying to get fast again, go forward like back
When I was quick witted.
A jolt of the brain, a slipped thought trickles down
To my neck, a signal warning me to check.

Accutrements

Accutrements

There’s nothing to change right now.
The moon is out. Can’t change it.
Can’t rearrange or exchange the sadness
The face that you watch at night is perfect-
Reflections are surreal, steal a story, imagine
The universe stopped here, on this moment
The one when you are finally present, awareness
Takes a certain amount of abandonment, accoutrements in a backpack, locked up
In a hospital locker
While they open you up.

Drew Barrymore is Perimenopausal

Drew Barrymore is Perimenopausal

Fiction class, December 2023, dizzy, confusion
Perimenopausal terror saturates instagram stories
Drew Barrymore, plump lips, sincere apologies
For society and our tireless work unseen, unrecognized
Our womanly struggles taboo, yes! Speaking my language
Drew, do your thing that you always do
My advocate, my voice, my forties will be easier
Than my mother and her mother
It’s a new generation and we are talking about it
We are on top of it! On top of it I tell you!