Published, Social Justice


for Sheryl Grossman

The first time doctors tried to call it off,
I was still being knitted,

and a dropped stitch on one of my genes
looked an awful lot to them like tragedy:

a short, quiet, still life. Knit on, knit on.
Like a bud, I grew and grew

and the cancer did, too, and by my bed,
she said, You know, you don’t have to do this

anymore. It won’t take long. And in my softness,
in my smallness, barely conscious,

I asked her to leave the room.
Let me bloom—

I was doubted then and I’ll be doubted
again so please don’t ask me to doubt myself.

Despite its toil, I love my life:
I’m here to flourish. I’m worth the fight.

Originally published in Rehumanize International’s creative arts competition publication Create | Encounter 2022.