Chemo Café

We all have our favourite seat

the men and women that I meet

whilst mermaids smile and serve us tea

and feed us intravenously.

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In this cheery place of mine

bare arms are soaked into a shine

then wares are touted on a tray

the best we take the less to pay.

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In this lively, loving place

anxiety etched on every face

my comfort is a cushioned chair

a pillow and designer hair.

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In this café where I go

Life’s mélange is all on show:

black coffee corners of our minds

tenacity and mermaids kind.