Woke this morning to the news that my stepson
Was “going to the Lord”
And I had to tell Jim
And held him and cried
And thought FUCK CANCER
And then I talked to my other stepson
Who was on his way to the hospital
And he reported back to us
That Wayne is stable
And there is a sigh of relief
However temporary
And I drank a record 4 cups of coffee
And documented the sunrise
And read Nikita Gill poetry
Until I found the perfect one for this morning
How we are constantly broken and restored
And boy, I’m feeling that today.
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