Milk II

Between sips of espresso and difficult late-night conversation,

I realized I like my coffee with milk and that Cancer hurts.

It hurts those who have it and those who have those who have it.

When I explained how frightened I was that my friend

had been diagnosed with Cancer, he diminished my feelings

by saying, “I had a friend with Cancer. She died of it.”

Between difficult late-night conversations and espresso,

I realized; I like my relationships with milk as well.