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Cancer Center

The waiting room
is without warmth—
grays and blues
and faces
lined with concern
sallow with fear
some of them
seeking answers
some of them
wringing their hands
with a knowledge
they hope
to radiate away
and it’s hard to tell
the difference
the body language
of the sick
and those
who are writhing
for their loved one
to become a ghost.







The Call

The Call
(For Sarah)

You don’t make it – the call—
because you’re unsure
if you’re really that close
to falling into the category
of folks who go belly up
if an ambulance isn’t called.
And as much as you love
a story with a happy ending,
attention that isn’t called
to you is the best kind.
So you watch the sky darken
with your lifeline within reach.
Anyone you called would come
and sit with you as your chest
caved in and you’d swear
you hadn’t touched the bottle
in five days, and it would be true—
but no one would believe you.


DeMaris Gaunt

Painting by Salvador Dali