Potatoes and Rice
Calm down!
Don’t jinx it.
Breathe. Meditate.
Good advice comes at a time,
Of bodily harms.
More than my stomach aches,
Whining and whinging.
Calm down!
Calm, the fuckety down!
Nothing good comes of attention.
Concave chest. Hunched shoulders.
Aging poorly with stiff, thinning hair.
Sitting still, afraid of it all.
Belly rolls, swollen with fear and despair.
Achy half breaths. Arms reaching, short.
Gurgling and wheezing.
Hungry but bloated, unable to eat,
Anything but, potatoes and rice.
You were wrong mister doctor, not the "good kind" of cancer...
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