I don’t need your fears—of suffering, of dying, of the big C,of me being gone and leaving you alone—splattered on me like an uncovered sneeze. I don’t need to feel the quicksand of your anxietysucking the ground from beneath my feet, or elbowing me asideas you push the timing and agenda of your own pressing…

(to be read in that infuriatingly serene and unapproachable voice) If you have brain cancer, please press 1. If you are having a seizure, please press 2 and then throw your phone across the room. (from a distance) Your call is important to us. Please stay on the line for further options. If your hair is…

There lives now a lass with brain cancer.She looks in and without for an answer:Sight, touch, feeling, and sound;Cloud, tree, flower, and ground;she must be some new geomancer. Her laddie continues to fancy her,hold her hand, cut her pills, and romance her.They walk side by side;they’re on the long ride.He’s mastered just how to entrance…