I’ve come here

for healing.

I always

have even

when I was

better than

I am now.

Here I am

twice-times ill:

the cancer

they cut out,

the treatment

they say will

be my cure.

Nausea

fatigue, and

breathlessness —

numbness in

my fingers

and my feet

and beyond,

or perhaps

I should say

beneath, these,

my extremities.

I’ve come here

before but

now I’m here

for healing.