"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 with
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.
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