Wednesday, February 2, 2011


"You have prostate cancer,"
The doctor just blindsided,
Returning the tag on my
Work phone.

Biopsy, et cetera:
Seven on a scale of
Six to ten--
And then lots of words
I struggle to catch up to
And understand.

"Oh, shit,"
Is my first reaction,
Replaced by an effortlessly jaunty
"No problemo."

I strongly suspect, though,
That as the diagnosis sinks in,
More complex emotions
Will traipse across the floor.