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A delicate me, skinny me, nearly held by the arm she kindly asks me…as we travel…
“Okay?”
My stick her soft click and slip along at a considerate pace we chat nicely passing by…
Until we pop into
a café cluster of undressed limbs and jackets trolleys of packets – sugar shakers
every which way they sit up and read and doze and chat too while signal sentinels dish out liquor
and she attends them and she helps me into
a comfy chair Dettol fresh wiped my place and a towel and pillow
“Lovely” a meringue folded under the hurty bit “That’s great, thanks a lot”
Radio 2 is tuned and light
we wait for our bits or wait… to check our order is just so
By my chair, my trolley, my packets, stripped one by one over there lemon drizzle over bare cold caps
intimate with women and men sharing, dripping tips warm soaked to elbows
towel dry
strapped my limb-bare arm bedded on a pillow “Yes that’s fine.”
Taped tapped the liquor pops in in for 30 mins…
Our chemo café is full now
No sticky sicky stuff, just froth, biscuit light Buzz tickle the whispered hums
We joust and jostle our lightest stuff No regard for the hard stuff
All good health and hearty
30 mins up.
I am untapped now and she can straighten up. Time to wrap up.
“Bye, see you next week.” “Bye.”
October 26, 2014