albear, how much do
you love your luminous,
gracious, warm, delicious, cozy
life?
the family prays.
the great doctor
has the arrogance
of a pharaoh & the empathy
of a gnat.
the disease sits
down for a game of
chess.
your move!
it lets you play
for a while––
then beheads your
king.
there’s a frightening
blankness where
your mind used
to be.
who am I &
what is my
self?
a bag of carbonated
fear.
do I really want
to live
with this stink of a
body as a person
i don’t
know?
albear is crawling
across a mirror of impossibility
with his friends
cheering.
he is climbing the sky
on the shoulders of his
brothers.
the miraculous blue
flame is
flickering––
there’s a chance.
there’s still
a chance.