The seconds tick
tiny bombs
desecrating images of me
I worshipped.
Strong, fit, invincible
Yet here I am
in this chair-again
another hour
another round done
They say
I’ve rounded a corner.
I feel
I’ve been rounded up.
My tiny cells
exploding
with “therapy.”
A confabulation of a recent trip to a chemotherapy infusion center and hearing a man and his son saying that they were “doing the rounds” with the man’s doctors on a particular day.
(Image by Jon Tyson via https://unsplash.com/images/things/clock)