running in loops, exhausting

fall off a cliff.

a scrape becomes a flesh eating

bacteria, a swollen lump means

lymphoma. is that a way to live?

but it could be,

the mind likes to chat back with

worries –

and meanwhile the sun is baking

the earth. it’s cancer.

others suntanned so very much

it did become cancer.

never worried their entire life,

how much is too little

or too much?

tweak, tweak,

till a skin is shed,

and a new form wriggles out –

ah: this is better.