We sit at the table
she and I.
Our weekly ritual
of alcohol pads
needles
liquid chemo
deep breaths
band aids
and painted toenails.
She is well-acquainted
with bellyaches
on the way to
another three-hour round
of joint exams, therapies
and phlebotomists.
Another school day
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