after putting me under
the blue
light
for sixteen minutes
to shower
my head
with tiny beams
of cancer
fighting bites,
she shows me her
photo albums.
her child,
her husband, the time
they went
to Disneyland.
i give her all the appropriate
words,
like very nice,
beautiful,
that's some little girl
you've got there,
etc.,
then tell her, see you
four weeks.
is it okay if i wash
my scalp
tonight?
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