Lambs to the Slaughter
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
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Is everyone here filled with dread,
or am I the exception?
These people seem too tranquil for
Oncology reception.
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Is everyone here filled with dread,
or am I the exception?
These people seem too tranquil for
Oncology reception.
It’s good, sometimes, to recognize
your fear and give it space,
to realize what’s eating you
so you can give it grace –
to walk into the jungle’s lair
with eyes wide open, knowing
that crocs and cobras watch and wait,
while jaguar eyes are glowing.
The jig is up; yer nuttin’ but
a stinkin’, snitchin’ lug.
Ya think I’m headin’ to da joint
cuz you can’t shut yer mug?
I think my skin is on backwards
or maybe inside-out.
It feels too tight; it feels too loose.
It makes me wanna shout.
Warm sock, you’re not…nor yet
a fuzzy slipper, but still you
found a zipper on my heart.
believe me, I adapt
carry me with you
then and now I bring
some substance
to the ins and outs
of living
Umbrellas offer solid proof
that weather’s not in vain.
Surely, a drop of rain
deserves a bit of notice.
If I should wake up and be free
of all the people watching me
and say goodbye to tightrope walking,
big top, and calliope––
then would I search the silence deep,
embrace the parts of me that sleep,
let go of cotton candy dreams,
and hold to truth that I can keep.