Love Song to a Tumour

When they ripped you from me
I saw a greasy bundle of fireworks,

nature’s atom bomb. It’s not the impact
which hurts, but the fall-out that settles

like fibreglass in my eyes. I see the entropy
in everything, the date printed in my blood,

a loose thread stitched in the lining of my lungs.
At night we pull the bone-cluttered duvet over us,

our shadows slide like clothes thrown on a lampshade.

Daniel Sluman

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