My Cross! My Blight! I'M White! Poem by Abigail Pastor

My Cross! My Blight! I'M White!



I flew to Florida in February
To prostrate myself to the Sun.
Stunned by the pale ghost of my image,
Underdone.

I marinated in sweaty shine
Savoring my salty roast.
Make a toast to my damaged skin,
Cancer's host.

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