A is for apple, B
is for ball, C
is for Cancer.
A is for Appointment Card,
B is for Hospital Transport Bus,
C is still for Cancer,
D is for Don’t Mention Cancer.
E is for Enema,
F is for Fuck, and trying not to give any.
G is for Graham who brought Covid onto said bus,
H is for Hope, the flip side of fear.
I is for Me when I feel most alone. A straight line of being that curls up tighter and smaller until ‘I’ becomes a ‘.’
J K L is for Family. Together we huddle in alphabet land.
M is for Maggies Cancer Centre: carefully curated coffee, cake, and calm.
N is for Neil the Bus who banned eating, Covid, and Graham.
D is for Denial,
O is for Eternity.
P is for Prostate and Prostrated, but also shouting at Popmaster.
Q is for Queuing.
R is for You. Still you, even so.
S is for Shit. So, so, much shit.
T is for Talking to Folk,
U is for Others. The ones who don’t talk. Who sit in hospital gowns and stare at their hands, hooked up to machines that beep, and sometimes don’t.
V is for Forgetting, and never for Void,
W is for Water, slowly sipped,
X is for X-rays, radio waves, consent, denial, kissing your hand.
Y is for Why. Why you? Why us? Why now? Just why?
B is for because.
Z is for an end point. A pausing in time.
A is for Advanced,
B is for Bollocks.
C is for paddling in with the sun on your back.