Terminal Cancer

Everything is a disaster.
You think about what 
eternity is like because
you don’t have eternity.
Eternity has been squashed
into five months, into five
weeks. Eternity is something
no one can have and you think
about this for months on end
because every time span to you
now is a month. A second is
a month. An eon is a month.
It’s all months and I don’t 
know how much more clearly I 
can say nothing and everything
is a month.

— published in Linebreak

— nominated for a Pushcart

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