Cameron Morse
INVISIBLE OCTOPUS
Invisible tentacles of tumor, I kid you not, are what Dr. Tuncer says has unplugged my left arm from its socket, my left hand from its wrist. How weird is that! As if the octopus tumor wore an invisibility shield, it possessed a cloaking device, and we were well within the realm of science fiction. Still, I look down at my hand all curled up in itself. Ignored. Maybe God is a thread of cells that is too subtle for MRI’s, a motif that escapes most notice, and Dr. Tuncer is his pudgy henchman. The pills he gives me are rat poison. Implying the rat, all along, the rat was me that you’ve been looking for.