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           Walkinghomeafterasupportgroup,IfeltmorealivethanI’deverfelt.Iwasn’thosttocancerorbloodparasites;Iwasthelittlewarmcenterthatthelifeoftheworldcrowdedaround. 

           AndIslept.Babiesdon’tsleepthiswell. 

           Everyevening,Idied,andeveryevening,Iwasborn. 

           Resurrected. 

           Untiltonight,twoyearsofsuccessuntiltonight,becauseIcan’tcrywiththiswomanwatchingme.BecauseIcan’thitbottom,Ican’tbesaved.Mytonguethinksithasflockedwallpaper,I’mbitingtheinsideofmymouthsomuch.Ihaven’tsleptinfourdays. 

           Withherwatching,I’maliar.She’safake.She’stheliar.Attheintroductionstonight,weintroducedourselves:I’mBob,I’mPaul,I’mTerry,I’mDavid. 

           Inevergivemyrealname. 

           "Thisiscancer,right?"shesaid. 

           Thenshesaid, "Well,hi,I’mMarlaSinger." 

           NobodyevertoldMarlawhatkindofcancer.Thenwewereallbusycradlingourinnerchild. 

           Themanstillcryingagainstherneck,Marlatakesanotherdragonhercigarette. 

           IwatchherfrombetweenBob’sshudderingtits. 

           ToMarlaI’mafake.SincethesecondnightIsawher,Ican’tsleep.