Carey Kozuszek, Writing
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Illusions, Refusal
Near the end of the month
a new doctor, a new prognosis
a new game.
What if she says
"3 months."
I shift my head, I look away.
I will not accept it.
As if we are negotiating.
As if I am buying--
then decide not to buy it.
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