The Guest —Kelly Dolejsi
Who am I? she asked in the guest room
at her mother’s house. Who’s asking?
she thought. There was nothing she
mustn’t do. As of yesterday, beginning
officially in a room lined with posters
of nostrils, her mother had cancer,
the rooms of her throat full of cells
building more rooms filled with stacks
of cells, cancer like a child playing with
blocks of her loved one on the floor,
while the doctors spoke over its head.
What’s my purpose? she asked. For what
am I thankful? Her mother, full of coffee,
smoke, and strangers, like the Enlightenment.
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