Cancer Song #9 your first mri you have to be pulled out 3 times hardly able to breathe now they place a towel over your face & offer you a warm blanket & some easy listening music piped into your headphones & it almost feels like you’re on vacation & you dream about staying in there forever safe from the outside world somewhere cancer & time can’t follow you & you think about squeezing a button & ordering a cold drink & asking about the inflight movie.
About the Author: John Dorsey is the former poet laureate of Belle, Missouri and the author of Pocatello Wildflower. He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com
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As It Ought To Be 