Peanuts and Memory
If Scrub Jays pecked stucco walls,
peanuts would pour from jagged holes.
I believe. A needle in my left breast
Biopsy. Breath in. Hold.
Losing words, losing memory
held hostage by cytoxan and prednisone.
Inflammation killed by computer reset.
My neurons scrambled.
Scrub Jays peck at my head.
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