Breakfast massacre of balled up
napkins, watermelon pulp
soaked bandages, I hate
waste. Spotting a spot of gray
mold in the cheese
bucket, I resect instead of toss.
It’s just been so long since
we had quiche. Lili’s first white hair
stands out in a dark crop.
The shovel chafes from my thumb a flap
of white skin, baring a pink
oval of flesh below the garden gloves.
The daughter I dreamed of
digging from a snowbank of white
matter is about to come true. We call her
serviceberry, Naomi Mira.
Cameron Morse was diagnosed with a glioblastoma in 2014. With a 14.6 month life expectancy, he entered the Creative Writing Program at the University of Missouri–Kansas City and, in 2018, graduated with an M.F.A. His poems have been published in numerous magazines, including New Letters, Bridge Eight, Portland Review and South Dakota Review. His first poetry collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is Terminal Destination (Spartan Press, 2019). He lives with his wife Lili and son Theodore in Blue Springs, Missouri, where he serves as poetry editor for Harbor Review. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.