It’s Saturday and I have Cancer
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Its Saturday and I have cancer
Of unknown primary origin
Artful in its hibernation, deadly silent
Dreaming of new conquests
One solitary seed sown
One tiny perpetrator of lies
Kitty -cornered in this hygienic landscape
The scanner, wide mouthed with its greed for the unseen
Overhead the ceiling alight with a sacrilegious photo of
Cherry blossoms dappling pink on an arching branch
I glide, prone on the conveyor bed, into the plastic grey chamber
A miniature tooth pierces my vein
at the ready for the instantaneous prompt
Delivering its nuclear venom
Flawlessly burbling through the inner crevices
floating through the vessels
if I am lucky
the toxic dye will infiltrate one small bundle of somnolent cells
and another
staining each a vibrant shade of translucent pink
clarion calls for the archer
3D scans of the interior
illuminated manuscripts of hope
