When she has too much of this good thing
Like cells multiplying in a child bag of past
Body cracks ,sticking its neck out at a risk.
So she removes the bag, removes its handle
What is left and aren’t they gone, those little
Squiggly worms in the bag, all thrown out
Along with bag ,safely into a doctor’s bin?
Tell me where is the dyed hair from pate
When everything is fine and bag duly gone.
(Losing hair after chemo-therapy is some times more
traumatic than cancer itself)