Casually discussing cancer,
as if it’s a roommate that doesn’t pay rent.
You know it’s a problem, but maybe if
you ignore him, everything will be
He starts stealing your shit. I mean, he was always
stealing your shit. And you feel sick, for letting it
happen. For letting it get this
I’m afraid to call,
because that means this is
The thing is, we all die someday.
No one lives forever.
So why does it feel different, when we know the expiration date?