Like blank lines drawn on an empty page
That I must fill with words and places
Of the dreams of the people going elsewhere.
My cat at my side twitches in her sleep
My husband snores start, stop and fall
Like slowly popping ear of corn.
I feel my stomach roil inside and think
Do I know what chemo would be like,
One team of cells fighting another, I
Must wait 'till they grow tired and cease.
A trembling weakness races through me.
I can not sleep because another car
Has driven a line upon my blank page.
by Rosie Dempsey
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