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Up (Chemotherapy 2nd Month)
It is impolite to wonder
whether the hot air balloon in your
lungs have begun to deflate,
Whether you wish to float away.
Dad said you never feared flying -
dad said nothing about it, rather.
But I fear for you.
You are old. Older than I can ever imagine.
You are frail but for the globes rising
in your chest and stomach; they fall
with each frail breath.
Let it carry you away. Do not
let these wires hold you down. They do not
pump poison into your body. They do not
let the heat escape.
If it must, it will, grandfather. The ceased oldness
in you expanding and contracting
at will. You will not die without a fight,
grandfather. Oh you will.
Was never close to you. But you're an intriguing study. Very grave.
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