A Love Letter for One Battling Cancer

I can shout at your T Cells like we’re cheering on the Ducks
I’ll let you choose your ideal setting on the thermostat
Ride or die, I get down like that.
I can sit quietly with you
Or read graphic novels to pass the time
Make finger puppets on the ceiling or pantomime.
You’ll be frocked in a cold stress inducing sweat
I’ll layer in style to cover my pot belly
Both so fashionably forward no one is jelly.
I’ll chew tinfoil and drink protein shakes to match our tastes
Flush twice after going number two
Because sharing experiences are what sweethearts do.
Your bodily fluids don’t scare me
I shat my pants emceeing an event just last week
Babies and kittens are not the only origin stories for bleach.
Your new odor signature won’t bother a bit
I’ll remember when you smelled like mine
Touching you gently and kissing you open mouth anytime.

~ Just L (October 6, 2019)

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