The Cave

by Cameron Morse

Vampire you call me, leaving for work,
me at home, on SSI, unemployed.

Vampire for shutting the door
to my study, for lowering

the blinds, for sucking, sucking
you dry: my cook, my bank, my wife.

You’re right. I’m not the man you married
anymore: October, took my Temodar,

quarantined to the basement, on the chemo
couch, drained, watching daytime

TV: Jerry Springer, my only light source.
Other than you, of course. You held me

upright so that I could see the screen,
you helped me up the stairs, baby

steps, into your icicled birdbath,
your skyful of falling leaves.

 

Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. Diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2014, he is currently an MFA candidate at UMKC and lives with his wife, Lili, in Blue Springs, Missouri. His poems have been or will be published in over 30 different magazines, including The New Territory, I-70 Review, South Dakota Review and TYPO.

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One response to “The Cave

  1. Love the line break here, “…helped me up the stairs, baby / steps …” Powerful missive.

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