Samuel Tongue

These are all available online, so you can find them.

This one was on, I think it was on poets.org, quite widely published as well.

So this poem is called In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails.

But I took a risk today to write this down.

Whenever I spend the day crying, my friends tell me I look high.

Good grief, they finally understand me.

Even when the arena is empty, I thank God for the shots I miss.

If you ever catch me only thanking God for the shots I make, remind me I'm not thanking God.

Remind me all my prayers were answered the moment I started praying for what I already have.

Jenny says when people ask if she's out of the woods, she tells them she'll never be out of the woods, says there is something lovely about the woods.

I know how to build a survival shelter from fallen tree branches, packed mud, and pulled moss.

I could survive forever on death alone.

Wasn't it death that taught me to stop measuring my lifespan by length, but by width?

Do you know how many beautiful things can be seen in a single second?

How you can blow up a second like a balloon and fit infinity inside of it?

I'm infinite, I know, but I still have a measly wrinkle collection compared to my end goal.

I would love to do a before picture, I think, as I look in the mirror and mistake my head for the moon.

My dark thoughts are almost always 238,856 miles away from me believing them.

I love this life, I whisper into my doctor's stethoscope so she can hear my heart.

My heart, an heirloom I didn't inherit until I thought I could die.