#286 Is An All American Tumor

I know it wasn't there last year

Or the year before that

But now I see it

Where it was not

It's lumpy

And bumpy

A little squishy

Kind of squashy

It hurts

If I push too hard

Brought a tear to my eye

When I bumped it yesterday

The doctor tells me it's nothing

Seems to me like it's something

When I see it in the mirror

And can't stop touching it

Every damned day

Insurance won't pay

To have it removed

It's considered cosmetic

Which is totally rude

I mean

It's going to leave a big scar

Where it's impossible to hide

So how can that be considered

"Cosmetic"?

At night

I dream of it growing

Deep inside

Where none can see

Sending out tendrils

And fingers

To find all my corners

Until I'm full

Full of what

I don't know

That's about the time I awake

Screaming

Holding my pillow

Until the sun comes up

I'd get a cat scan

Or an MRI

But the last doctor visit alone

Put me six months behind

Maybe I'll go next year

Or perhaps I won't have to

The doctor said it was nothing

I'll just hope it goes away