I always wanted to be a blonde
Jamie says adjusting her wig  

Long gone the raven    
Locks she treasured  

Patches drifting to porcelain sinks
Dribbled to clothes and comb  

Body now weak as a winter sun
Scabs and scars highlight her whiteness  

Each visit she endures the drugs
And the platitudes   Stay strong   Keep the faith  

The doctors unwilling to say
What it really is       a last chance  

Have your passport on you?
Her smile lights up the dark day  

I nod at the pretended trip plans
Not trusting my voice  

We have covered the globe
From the front seat of my car  

I’d love one of those fruit drinks
With the tiny umbrella she sighs  

I reach over and lightly squeeze her hand
Let’s go tomorrow I say