Nothing Ruins Today Like Tomorrows Existence

Scattered Poem-Thoughts at 4am

After the scan reveals I’m having a cancer recurrence, and after two days spent crying, a rainstorm wakes me at 4am in the desert. I grab my phone. I type with my thumbs. I fall back asleep, and read this in the morning:

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But what more could I ask for than this open heart.

What more could I ask for than to be loved

for no reason at all. What more could…