Surely
Loria Taylor is a writer from Little Rock, AR, whose work has been published in Literature & Medicine, Breadcrumb Scabs, and the Foliate Oak.
Since writing is her passion, she is currently pursuing an MA in
rhetoric and writing. This poem speaks so eloquently and chillingly for
itself it leaves the editor nothing to say except read it, think about
it, and click on a link or two (National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Susan G. Komen for the Cure, American Cancer Society, Cancer Care, Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and Team in Training) to find out more about how to help make this feeling a thing of the distant past.
Surely
By Loria Taylor
a small growth, panic
cancer=hospice
hospice=slow death, sure death
Sure, death, sure.
Sure
death
sure cancer
small cancer
sure growth
panicky sureness
cancery sureness
deathly sureness
surely cancer
growth=sure
Surely
By Loria Taylor
a small growth, panic
cancer=hospice
hospice=slow death, sure death
Sure, death, sure.
Sure
death
sure cancer
small cancer
sure growth
panicky sureness
cancery sureness
deathly sureness
surely cancer
growth=sure
WOW.
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We panic. We think the worst. We focus on the worst case scenario. We write good poetry about bad things.
Raw wordplay = good poem.
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