Thursday December 28, 2018
Golden Ray of Chemo
I didn’t believe you when you said today was Thursday. I see that it is now but earlier I thought you were going out of your way to try and trick me…
I do not like to be tricked.
I must have been caught up in yesterday or seven years ago when the city summer fried all my people reading skills. Maybe it’s from all the medicine. All the weed. All the nights spent trying to quiet my dreams.
The night before last I didn’t smoke and my nightmares came back like quick sand or an overripe banana. I dreamed I was being made to fight another woman and everyone watched when I won.
I wasn’t ready for Thursday. One more day closer to seeing you or seeing me and neither feels easy.