Peanuts and Memory

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If Scrub Jays pecked stucco walls,
peanuts would pour from jagged holes.

I believe. A needle in my left breast
Biopsy. Breath in. Hold.
Lost words, lost memory
held hostage by cytoxan and prednisone.

Inflammation killed by computer reset.

My neurons scrambled.
Scrub Jays peck at my head.

From A Flicker of Hope: Poems Written by a Wegener’s Granulomatosis Survivor in 2011

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