Cancer

CANCER

Eating causes pain.

screaming in the bathroom,
a burning red apple
in my intestines.

There is a desert in my body,
scorched and burning.

I walk around dry as a whisp of cloud.

I do not have cancer.

I do not have cancer.

And summer follows autumn

and all the dreams of my youth have come true.

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About Ben Dooling

I began this blog shortly after being diagnosed with terminal rectal cancer. It has since begotten a short book of poems, most of the poems came from here. Cancer has taught me more than it has taken. It has shown me my gifts, and what an examined life is.