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Friday Morning Chemo Brain

Today at school, I locked myself in the bathroom 

so I could cry where no one could see.


Things aren’t the same anymore and I don’t know 

how to communicate it.


I find myself unable to do the simplest things—

to comprehend, to remember, to articulate 

the things I could before.


This morning, I sat in silence and stretched and breathed in deeply, 

and I said three good things about myself.


But then I left my books on the table to cry alone in the bathroom and forgot 

about the good things

and felt like I was drowning

in the fog

in the tears

in this new confusion that makes me question 

who I am;

who I was.



I give grace 

to the body that fought for me to live.


But here,

In the small space of this bathroom stall, 

I find room to mourn the parts of me that died

in a chair 

behind a curtain

on the third floor of a cancer hospital.



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