Memories of the dead while hiking (4:04 p.m.)
…As her friend was dying | grasping desperately
to a silly belief | she put a status on her Kakao Talk
asking everyone she knew to “picture armies
of cancer killing antibiotics in rank & file
at the crenellation of her cancer’s fortress
—each antibiotic soldier | with a magical sword
& shield created with the unalloyed power of
qi gong +energy: a pervasive wobbly field.”
Her doctors said she had 6 months | maybe a year
to live if she kept “to a proper diet & treatment went well.”
She was dead in two weeks—I can’t help but think
what her friends were thinking after the Kakao-call-to-arms?
I always said she was a drama queen: Shakespeare
& Milton in Korean can switch you peculiar.
In a nut shell | her hocus pocus was hope |
a supposition of meaningful action
—as if all she had learned from her BA in Lit
could be filtered through her blood as a cure.
Some Lit-lovers are so full of shit.
“Need to go to the source”—To! The! Source…!