Memoir of a Chemo Patient (published in Cell2Soul Medical Magazine)

One night, while I lay in bed, feeling sickly after hours of receiving chemotherapy, a mosquito flew into my bedroom, landed on my arm and bit me. I then wrote this poem.

MEMOIR OF A CHEMO PATIENT

Last Night A Mosquito Bit Me.
It Sucked Up My Poisonous Blood.
I Watched It Fall Fast To The Ground.
And All Of Its Little Black Hairs,
Fell Out Of Its Little Black Legs.
It Was Stilled Forever.
Good.
That’s What You Call Sweet Revenge.


1998 Marla Lukofsky