The Bumblebee Flies Anyway
by Grace Liou

The cancerous disease has corrupted my body
and evokes painful memories
Life is a bit hazy now
my dreams are threadbare and torn
With each and every new thought and feeling
makes me want to question my existence
and my background and my past
The experimentors put me on a table
and hooked me up to a machine
the surface is freezing against
my thin blue clothing
they told me I was here voluntary
When they erase everything
I forget I'm ill, I forget I am dying
and I live and progress well
Remember these words before
they erase my mind blank like an empty slate
I won't let the disease stop me
I won't let the memories stop me
Come visit me and kiss me on the forehead
when I have forgotten all
the world will become white and fuzzy
and our love will become a tidal wave
the washes over me.