Competition for Your Cancer

I want to bring you

canned corn and

paper towels and

chocolates and

slowly to orgasm

I want a slap in the

face and a bitten lip

I want your lust

floating in the air

around me like

fireflies while you

tell me it's over

that I'm a ruined wretch

and competition

for your cancer

I want you to hate

my body while

you fall back in love

with me and need

me so bad your

world changes color

I want the sex that

hangs on the electricity

between us to happen

and reaffirm the last

ideas of life we have left

I want you to see me

crying on your shoulder and

to believe in my grief

and smile