Yesterday, I made a vanilla sponge cake, on the stove!
But I charred the bottom completely.
I trimmed it with a bread knife
Threw the sooty layer into the sink

Two days ago, I googled “oophorectomy”
What a funny word—oof,
I wonder if removing my ovaries will help me live
longer, but turns out, not really

Three days ago, I was supposed to work on a paper
I kinda did
I reread the same paragraph over and over again
It feels like old times

Four days ago, I beat the heat
Blended cucumbers, mashed the pulp,
I strained
added lemon, ice water, is this detoxing?

Five days ago, I ate pizza
wished my friends a good road trip south
I love them.
She and I both have cancer; it’s so stupid

Six days ago, I hurt all over
I cried. Not because it hurt, because
I feel so fucking sorry
for myself

Seven days ago, I stuffed multigrain crackers
into my mouth at 3am. I am so hungry, the ‘roids–
I am so squishy, ugh
menopause. I am so bald