Peanuts and Memory

If Scrub Jays pecked stucco walls, peanuts would pour from jagged holes.

I believe. A needle in my left breast Biopsy. Breath in. Hold. Lost words, lost memory held hostage by cytoxan and prednisone. Inflammation killed by computer reset. My neurons scrambled. Scrub Jays peck at my head. From A Flicker of Hope: Poems Written by a Wegener's Granulomatosi…