Recurrence after recurrence after recurrence.
First the nodes, then the bones, then the lungs.
The liver was just a pit stop along the way
from your cervix to your brain.
“Guess who?” says the tumor,
flamboyantly small and blue and round as it is.
We’ve captured it and stained it,
cut it out, shot beams at it,
bathed it in potent chemicals,
studied it in every which way.