CANCER BLOGGER

Quite the arrival, snazzier, hipper than her regular office wear, recently shorn,
a pixie coif, like Hepburn, Audrey, with the same eyes too:
wide, as the awkward silence that constricts us.
It shocks -- a headstart on the chemo? everyone’s thinking.

“Nice do” won’t do. What will, when surgery awaits?
Precious few slippings now of her heroic inspirational. I saw one, terrible:
The reaper’s shadow blackness knits her brow, rings her eyes.
Fatigue masks terror, disguises relief, the final stinking foxhole is abandoned.

She brings her own photographer, Felliniesque, the Senora Paparazza stalks us,
Stealing all the hug-snapping, smile-swapping, brain-slapping,
Our home-girl cancer victim celeb. I blanche, thinking, is this farewell?
Banish that! Delirium pirouettes in survival celebration, after all.

Engineered parsed dubious medical evasion lawsuits.
Courage extraction advocate demanding dueling diagnoses ultrasound,
PET scan, radiate giant magnets tracking down crafty fucker cells
In my bestest post-modern former-art-school-student friend.

Too late to ladle tasty casserole resentment nourishing stupefaction.
Inveigh in scarlet logistical maneuvering,
bean-counter assassins, paperwork terrorists.
Suddenly bereft, I gnaw arthritic gnarls.

My impotent pawing faces transcendent explanations.
The factory are parts broken, the warranty expired.
Her proclamation: globular-tubular, fabulation, magnification.
Procrastination impossible: no longer the promised lightning strike at the lump.
They’re gonna cut ‘em both off.

Touching militant defiance swallows shame.
Cancer shame-blame. Battery on the poisoned plain, denial’s first cousin.
Not for her: posting blow-by-blow, blog blogged blogging.
Gallant gallows optimism family encryption devotion:
Swarming pixel love currency international exchange rate.

Pay attention.
Wi-Fi hospital post-op blogger drifted fevered morphing morphine dream (predictive):

merge
breasts
third eye
eyelash
vestige
scar
mastectomy