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Edward Lee SummerFell
Bone Marrow
Cameron Morse


Treatment eats tomorrow 
out of my bones, Temodar at the dark
February dinner table. The truck
flakes with my shipment of sleep. 
 
A blizzard erases the footprints 
of my children. My eyes 
agape are helpless now. Blindfold 
of oblivion fall, please, fall.
 
Say please for the strawberry ice
cream. There is black gunk 
in the cracked chicken bone. Gross. 
Treatments like trick or treat. 
 
A blind turn at the dead end of night
wake up one day this will all be over. 
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