LEAKAGE, LEAKING…

Mary Holden
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read
guvo59 / pixabay.com (Thank you, dear photographer.)

There is no ebb
nor is there flow:
slow’s illusion
adagio.

Milliliters
and waterfalls.
Three-point baskets.
A base on balls.

Scare acceptance!
Eschew chemo.
To right of fight,
electrolyte.

Surface tension
twelfth dimension
death prevention
…not to mention….

NOTE: When a friend receives a diagnosis of cancer that has metastasized…there may be reason, but here is no rhyme. (This friend has chosen to accept rather than resist. A process of grieving has begun in the hearts of those who hold love for patient patient. Our medicines for lay treatment include laughter, to grant and provide whatever foods are desired, a lack of judgment, and new forms of microdosed love expressed in the saline solution of every tear, public or private.)

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A constantly evaporating editor and writer. Co-founder, new72media.com, and ‘fester of mani.

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