Every thirty eight seconds by M. Sakran

Every thirty eight seconds

Every thirty eight seconds,
the chemotherapy pump,
cries out,
as another shot,
is fired.

by M. Sakran

Editor’s Note: Though the form of this poem is not strictly haiku, the simple, spare lines carry great weight.

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